Chapter Twenty-NineIt wasn't long before my next visitors arrived. I had the gauze, some pads and something I assumed was medical tape in my hand when Lee entered, followed by a Fee with hair that matched perfectly the color of his wintry blue eyes. Zantry followed behind, his calm mask in place. Bennty appeared with a tiny pop of displaced air and began talking, hands and feet gesturing. Lee's eyes focused on the bloody strips underneath my arm, the medical aid clutched in my hand.
“Bennty says you refuse to let her see to your wounds.”
“I have an aversion to needles.”
“Bennty is a talented healer. She has experience mending battle wounds.”
I nodded. “I believe you.” But I'm not letting her near me.
Lee inclined her head as if she heard the silent words. “Fabyn is the royal healer,”
