Wasting no time, I headed straight to the infirmary, where warriors and guards usually received their treatment. I rarely visited this ward, but I figured I'd go in alone this time.
“Timothee?” I called out softly, pushing open the mahogany door.
“Mate,” he turned and smiled.
Mjolner, who had been treated by Healer Cruz, smiled at me. “Barbara, I'm so grateful to you.”
“This was a team effort. Not just me,” I shrugged. “How are your wings? Feeling better?”
Mjolner moved his wings slowly, the feathers that were starting to grow back looking healthier.
“Healer Cruz is truly amazing. Even though they're not perfect yet, I feel much better.” Timothee, who was cleaning up the medical equipment, approached us. “Cruz says that with enough rest, Mjolner should be able to fly again in a fe
