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Kamira helped Master Tijhran to the chair. His chambers were suitable for a teacher, far less extravagant in both space and furnishing than those available to the archmages, but they also were closer to the teaching rooms. With his injury, walking must have been enough of an ordeal without adding several flights of stairs. Guilt jabbed at her, because even with all the duties, she should have found more time to talk to him and ensure his comfort.
Tijhran waved her off. “You don’t have to treat me like a frail spider web. After all, I survived a battle with a higher demon.”
With a sigh, she put his walking stick by his chair. That battle was her fault, and no matter how much Tijhran insisted on helping her, she shouldn’t have made her problems his… And yet she did so again, this time
