Tryson grimaced. "I sincerely did not suppose it used to be going to be as bad as it was."
The healer shook his head. "I'm satisfied that you're back, and grateful for Diane -don. But you should care for yourself first, to lead. If you fall, your Clan will be thrown into chaos."
"I know, I know."
As the healer circled the slender bed to test his side, Diane stared at him, half-angry, half-pleading.
"I'll be fine," he murmured. "I'm sorry I scared you."
She clicked her tongue, but simply watched the healer as he raised Tryson's arm—an exercise that damage far worse that Tryson wanted to admit—then peeled again the bandage to check the wound.
The healer worked in quick, environment friendly movements, asking Diane to maintain the bandage again whilst he took some powders from the tab
