Kaya frowned, her grip on the knife tightening slightly.
The healer gently pushed the blade aside with one finger. "Relax. I can tell by your hands—you know how to kill. But listen, we didn't scam anyone. It was his own fault. He never bothered to ask about the deal before agreeing. Who in their right mind offers that much food in trade? He's a vulture prince. If he'd told us, we would've done it for a handful of crumbs."
He sighed, glancing at the limp sparrow on the bed. "He's light as a feather. Feed him properly. And for a few days—no flying."
The healer was about to turn around to gather herbs when Kaya's voice stopped him. She reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Wait," she said.
He turned back, slightly surprised, and met her eyes.
Kaya hesitated, her brows knitting. "Um… he's just tired, right? There's nothing else wrong with him?"
