One look at Malora’s face and Brion knows something is amiss. “What is it, Daughter?” he asks, setting down his leather satchel. “I can’t work today,” she tells him. “I have to go away. I started the fire for you. You’ll have to bring in a striker to take my place. One of the Twani—” “Where are you going?” he breaks in. “To find my horse. To find Sky,” she says, lifting her wounded hand to her forehead. “I had a dream—” “What happened to you?” he breaks in, seeing that she is hurt. He takes her hand and examines the palm, which has begun to bleed through the bandage West made for her. It occurs to her to tell Brion a white lie, but what is the point? “I woke up from my dream and it was bleeding,” she says. “I was—” “Come over to the forge,” he says, “and I’ll redress it.” His big, calloused hands are gentle as he unwinds the bloodied bandage, washes her wound in the quenching pot, then applies a salve and wraps it in a clean white cloth he produces from his leather sack.
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