Chapter 3 No Healing From That
- WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country
- Sebastian woke slowly. Awash with pain.
- He saw a dark head lowered over him and met the gray eyes of his friend.
- "Chavias." He greeted through a throat that felt stuffed with cotton.
- How'd I get here?
- "Your bloody luck is astounding! How you're alive escapes me." Chavias' gray eyes were wide.
- "Me as well." Bast tried to sit but felt the cutting pain stabbing through his back and into his chest. "How am I alive?"
- "I'm not sure this time. You healed. Did you manage that?"
- "I don't recall attempting to heal myself."
- "Well, you should have. I would've."
- Bast laughed humorlessly.
- "You must quit with all this recklessness. We all knew it was a matter of time before some woman's angry husband stuck you."
- "I'm glad you did."
- "You had to have guessed?" Chavias said sternly. His look incredulous.
- "How'd you find me?"
- "I didn't. The Captain was passing through Mane and caught a whiff of your blood."
- "Where was I?"
- "Thrown into the underbrush."
- "Is Moira well?"
- "I haven't the faintest idea who or what a Moira is. But perhaps you should worry for your own welfare this moment. Least until you heal."
- Bast grunted and flopped back to the pillows. Staring at the unfinished ceiling above him. The stronghold isn't half done yet. It was a monument to the Captain and his mate. Despite that she never made it off the mountain that night.
- All the more reason. He hoped it'd give their Captain some comfort when finished.
- "Rest." Chavias ordered. Pushing a palm to Bast's forehead which caused Sebastian's body to go limp.
- "How is he?" Captain Deragan asked from the doorway.
- "Still weak."
- "Did he mention who did this?"
- "No. But in his sleep, kept asking, 'who needs to look after me. Who?' Then he'd quiet."
- "Any idea what he spoke of?"
- "None." Chavias was baffled.
- They were quiet awhile.
- "It's remarkable he's alive. How?"
- "I don't know."
- "Well, bless your skills in battle wounds." Deragan put a hand to Chavias' shoulder. "I had little hope for him when I got him here."
- "I did very little." Chavias shrugged.
- "What?" Deragan frowned. "That's impossible. He was covered in blood. Laying in a pool of it. That should've been enough to hollow him out..."
- "Well, when I examined him, he was relatively healed already."
- "That was a life-threatening wound." Deragan objected.
- "I know." Chavias nods solemnly.
- "We don't heal from those."
- "I know."