“Ground gradionite, any kind of ale… and fach's leaf,” Wayhal quickly answered.
“I tell you what; you let me patch that hole in your shoulder and I'll make sure you get everything you need to get better,” Yewnin suggested.
“You're not going anywhere near me,” Lumni growled.
“Lumni, just do it. You'll die otherwise,” the desperate rebel assured. She paused and considered the little options she had. The sore blow left behind by the arrow had to be mended before it took her life. Yewnin secretly enjoyed placing her in an awkward position – anything to injure his opposition, not to mention the thought of Yewki, Wick, Moon and the Wizard shuddering at the notion of him condescendingly assisting Lumni. “You will be given the ingredients to get better, I'll supply you both with food. Just let
