Chapter Fourty Eight
Crunch. Crunch.
My pacing came to a stop as the creak of the tiny door filled the air.
"How's she, Miss Thorne?"
I asked as the eighteen year old stepped out of the hut, easing the woven door shut behind her with care.
"Do not worry, Your Grace." The little girl wiped her hands on her apron, fingers stained green as she flashed me a smile. "Beastkin heal faster than humans. I cleaned her wounds with Garseta leaves and bound the thigh tight. The bleeding has stopped."
[Ping!]
[Host is covered in blood.]
I'll take care of it, Sysi.
[Ping!]
[Is Host mad at us?]
Let's talk about it later. I don't want to say anything hurtful like last time.
"That is good to hear." I watched her face as I spoke, returning her vibrant smile with a tired smile of my own. "You are quite knowledgeable despite your young age, Miss Thorne."
The little girl ducked her head, a shy smile tugging at her mouth. "Your Grace flatters me. I only like studying medicine."
