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Etienne was so focused on the wound. He noticed nothing else. Not the way Cambria’s voice was strangled. Or the breathless quality to his words. Non. He was oblivious when he should have been the first to notice. He knew those feelings well. And normally. But there was a wound. That was his focus.

Eti clicked in his throat again. O' non you not be worrying your 'ead about dat. I be takin' care of it. It probably 'as piece in it.

Etienne lifted his head and looked sround and then motioned for his friend to follow. We be goin' to de river. Dere I be cleaning and get dey dirt from it. Bind it up tight and give you someting to eat for dey pain and infection. .