I was on my feet before the accusation finished echoing through the camp, though I made certain not to reach for the dagger still sheathed at my hip the last thing I needed was to give Mira's fear any more fuel than it already carried.
Wyres moved faster, stepping through the tent flap ahead of me with the particular authority of a man used to quelling panic before it spread past containment. "Stand down. All of you."
But the crowd gathering outside the healer's tent had already worked itself into something volatile, torches raised despite the growing daylight, faces hollow with the particular fear of people who'd survived too many betrayals to trust easily. Mira stood at the front of them, her chest heaving, pointing toward the tent with a hand that trembled from more than exertion.
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