“Yebat’.”
The curse roused me from my sleep and I turned to see Marek holding a platter of most-likely the bone broth Kamilia had been serving me. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, it was easily about mid-day with the sun streaming in from the windows.
“You shouldn’t be up.”
In a shocking action, Marek set the platter down on the table and dropped to one knee before me. His hands touched my bare legs as the goosebumps exploded all over my body. He gingerly touched my ankle.
“This needs to not be hanging down. The swelling went back up.”
He lifted me with not even a grunt before placing me gently on the bed. I watched his every move. Not a single movement was wasted energy. He was a fighter but I wondered if his fighting was closer to dancing than it was pummeling the other person.
“Bús
