Bonesplinter Ravine Concrete Halls

Eira took a slow, measured breath, steadying herself before facing Hasdrubal once more. She reached for his pulse, counting the beats with an expression that revealed little beyond professional restraint.

After a few moments, she withdrew, shaking her head. You're fit as a fiddle, 'side from that leg of yours, she said evenly, though a flicker of doubt passed through her eyes. A suspicion was beginning to take root in her heart, that this, too, was just another one of his tricks, buying time that wasn't his to claim.

Her gaze hardened, her tone cool as she straightened herself. We’ll be packing up and moving camp in a week’s time. If you're not up to traveling by then, you'll be carried to our new site, same as you were brought here. And let me make one thing crystal clear—if you think playing sick will keep you from heading back to Godsmouth, you're gravely mistaken. Her cold, unwavering gaze met his, leaving no room for doubt. I can offer you something to dull the pain, but not a thing more.