Mallory rested her hands on the man’s arm, gaining a sense of his injuries. “I can set the bone and begin the healing process.” Sensing his health was low, she healed him for two health points.
“I can’t pay you,” the man said.
She met his gaze, seeing the pain in his blue eyes. “I know.”
“We have to get the canvas set up.” The man nodded towards the children by the campfire. “One of them is my granddaughter.”
“It won’t take long. I need you to sit down,” Mallory said.
He shook his head. “You want to heal someone? You heal my granddaughter and the other kids.”
“I will. Once I’ve helped you. They won’t be able to help around here. You can.” Mallory kept her hands on his arm.
Rodina draped an arm around the man’s shoulders. “Come on. Surely you’re not scared of an apothecary. Not afte
