Swiftcurrent Creek alehouse

just like that, the dark wolf was upon him with words. lestan stood trembling and indignant but unwilling to fight, unwilling to justify. he knew the reality of a skirmish and that it had left all of them wounded.
but the pacifist in him was fierce. his cornflower eyes flicked to red, who had said nothing and whose young face held a distinct air of defiance.
"thank you for letting her be treated," lestan said at last, voice containing a firmness he did not feel. "i think yes — i think that i am the best to return her, as i was not involved."
and this time he did not keep the tone out of his voice, motioning that he would help the healer with whatever she needed.