Hey, I AM building a mythology here…in drips and drabs!
I didn’t sleep much, but I did find plenty to do, not much of it good. I decided to go to the medical tent when I first woke up. It was a bustling place that smelled oddly good, like sweet things boiling.
“Lady Marina,” Elodie walked over, “can I help you?”
“I,” I swallowed, “I wanted to see if anyone needed any help.” She smiled.
“Of course,” she said, “I have to go to patrol, and Master Walker has finally gone to sleep, but someone needs to look after The General.”
“Is he alright?” I asked. She frowned. “He’s not still bleeding?”
“No, the bleeding stopped, thank the gods,” she mumbled, “but he has a fever.” She walked me over to a cot. General Martin was asleep on it. “I think the wound is infected, I can’t do much about that until the fever passes though.”
“I can watch him,”…
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