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I shot a grateful smile at the phoenix intern as he finished bandaging my hand. “Thanks. I feel so embarrassed.”
He chuckled, making his brown curls dance. “No worries. And if it helps, pretty much anyone that’s worked with a phoenix got pecked at some point. They’re quite vicious. How’s that?”
“Better. Thanks again.” I held out my good hand. “I’m Charlotte, I’m the new vet apprentice.”
The other guy smiled. “Peter. I think we share the same floor in the dorm.”
“Right, you’re the—” I swallowed my comment about his used mugs and dishes in the sink. “End of the hallway?”
“That’s me.” He gestured to the white bandage. “Are you sure it’s okay? Not too tight? I’m not exactly trained in human first-aid.”
“No, it’s perfect.” I got up from the chair and craned my neck to get a glimpse of
