He’d approached her daughter for personal reasons.
He’d danced with her.
Kissed her!
She would let him bleed out here and now if she knew any of that.
“Xia,” she went on, completely unaware. “Come switch out these healing rags for me. I’m going to mix up a quick poultice that will hopefully help slow this bleeding.”
“I…” Xia’s eyes flared with fear, and it was obvious she’d rather do anything than go anywhere near Theron, but a second later, she nodded obediently and haltingly stepped forward. Her hands shook as she reached out and gently took over pressing the cloth to his side.
Then she watched her mother with wide eyes as Magda hurried from the keep with her tote in hand, mumbling something about fetching a fresh bucket of water from the well and needing better light to work with.
