After the gendarmes left, the healer, enraged, came to my bedside.
“To barge in like that! And to not even allow a nurse to come in — the sheer disregard for my patients!” he said, taking the usual measurements, checking me. “Thankfully, Miss Bedwen, you are fine. The questioning hasn’t worsened your state.”
“Doctor,” I said, “when am I being released?”
The questions the gendarmes had been asking had surprised me. I had expected them to ask about the Initiation. Instead, they asked me questions about the Captain’s death and the project. Did they suspect me of killing the Captain? They must have known that my injuries were magical in nature. So why weren’t they arresting me for unauthorized magic?
“In three days, Miss Bedwen. Your body has recovered from the injuries, so you should be a
