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"put him here," tavina murmured as medusa entered the room. a smaller shelf of rock, tucked against the wall and covered with a soft sheeps'-pelt. covered in toothmarks and cuts, it was his leg which worried the doctor most.

yet someone had set it, wrapped it. she would have preferred neater handiwork but that was all. his wounds had been at least washed; in her bias she bulled beyond the finer details: the cartel had a medic.

"sweet nokht," tavina smiled, managing it just barely. "i need you to drink something for me. it will make you sleep nice and deeply." weakened wine mixed with just enough poppy, it would dull his pain and send him into merciful slumber.

the sesh drew medusa aside. "his wounds will heal. i'll clean them and bandage them. but the leg has begun to set. if it's set badly. i'll have to break it again and splint it proper." horrible, for a little boy to have already suffered so much, but if he wanted a chance to walk again, medusa would take it. "once he's asleep, i'll do a further inspection."

her heart went out to the priestess, the young woman who had surrendered her children to a higher power only for the gods to drive her right back into motherhood's trial.