Esme's P.O.V.
"Where will we get him a Healer? We're technically wanted wherever we go," I asked him, looking worriedly at my rogue friend who was forcing himself to sleep on his bed.
He might be the toughest man on the planet, but nothing hurts more than an infected leg. The chances of it rotting while still intact in his body are pretty high.
Gabe exhaustingly inserted his hands in his pockets. "I still don't know, yet, Esme, but we'll figure it out. Clavio needs us more than ever now," he replied. I turned my head to look at him. He gently pats my shoulders. He knows I'm worried about him. "I can send a few of our men to look for a wild Healer in the woods. I'm sure there are still those who are willing to be paid with loyalty and protection."
By the sounds of it, Merverla
