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The infirmary in Precious occupied a space three lots down from the city’s administration building. Given the nature of shifter healing and the relative lack of any wars at the moment, it wasn’t very busy. In fact, the only patient when I walked in with Gabrielle was Thomas Carlyle, still in wolf form and dozing on a gurney.
The infirmary’s sole doctor looked up as the door opened and broke into a huge grin. He almost jumped up from his seat and strode across the room. The moment he crossed within arms’ reach, he erupted in a huge smile and thrust his hand out to Gabrielle.
“Excellent job you did, getting those children back,” he said, pumping Gabrielle’s arm like the handle of a hand-pump. “And to bring them back unharmed! Capital, my dear; simply capital!”
Gabrielle endured the en
