“Sit still,” Pavel murmured quietly. He was getting annoyed at his patient’s stubbornness, though it didn’t show too much in his calm demeanor. What did they think they were escaping? They were not of his people, but the Fìor had not been the ones to stick a sword in their stomach. That had been one from their enemy kingdom, no doubt, in another foolish war.

No, the Fìor did not stick the sword there; they brought this stranger back to heal them. How blessed by the gods Pavel felt for such a gift. He had done his work for his people, he had served them well; and now, his chief was making him heal an outsider. He tried not to let it bother him. His purpose was to heal; he shouldn't care who it was. So long as they sat still.