Chapter 28: Talfryn
“You should be resting.”
Talfryn snorted like Akton’s words were ridiculous—he wasn’t going to admit he was right about that. He focused on stitching Akton’s leg, steadying his hand, pulling the needle through, while Akton grimaced and griped.
Violet had pulled them all back to the village, but there were only a handful of people with any healing knowledge, so the moment Talfryn had woken, head throbbing, stomach sour, arm much better than it had been, he set out to help. Even if he was shaky.
“Stop squirming,” he said, then, when Akton had readjusted and was still again, “Thanks for popping it back in.”
Akton winced.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he muttered. “Glad you’re all right.”
Talfryn snorted again. Sure, he was fine. Not about to collapse again. Mentally
