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I left Geraint in the infirmary in the care of a light pink fairy. She laid her shimmering hands on him, and his wounds began to close before our eyes. But the fairy healer’s eyes stayed fixed on Geraint’s lips and not on the scratches and gouges in his flesh. For his part, Geraint’s attentions remained focused out on the entryway. Though I doubted Enid would make another appearance anytime soon.
I had a bruise of my own forming from my fight with Baros, but I didn’t want to sit in the infirmary and fight for the healer’s attention. Besides, it wasn’t her hands I was interested in. I knew what would solve my aches and pains, and so I headed in the direction of the lodgings that had been set up for those staying in the arena for the night.
I hadn’t told the entire truth in my debate o
