Zelia
I am in a hurry to get to Jehan, but I do not want it to be too obvious to my crew. To me, it feels like every one of them can see on my face what transpired between me and Jehan last night. It is ridiculous, I know, but my guilty conscious does not let go.
I take care to give orders as I walk from post to post. When I am certain that they all noticed me at work as if nothing happened in the morning, I hurry to my cabin.
“I will be attending his wounds,” I inform Eloise, whose turn it is to stand guard. “Please bring me boiled water, Turmeric, oil and vinegar.”
Jehan is laying on his stomach when I enter the cabin. My inside rips apart when I look at his bleeding back, but I push it aside.
“How are you feeling?” I ask as I pull the chair next to the bed and sit down.
Jehan turn
