"You injured your hand," said Shular. "How did you come to do this?"
"With my knife, Mother. I was trying to cut wood for an arrow."
She looked down at the small green hand held within her own. "You should take more care, Urgon. Such an accident shows a lack of concentration. Most unbefitting for one of your age."
"You are a healer. Can you not fix it?"
"Of course, but if I were to do that every time you injured yourself, what lessons would you learn?"
"That my mother is the greatest of all Orc healers?"
"Do not be impertinent. Now sit still while I stitch the wound."
"Will it hurt?" the youngling asked.
"Yes, as it should. The cut hurt when you acquired it. Does it not make sense it would do likewise when repaired?"
The hide that covered the door to their hut was pushed aside as
