Sworn To Conflict: Courtlight #3 - Plot & Excerpts
By the time Kane caught up with her, she was exhausted. But not tired enough to resist putting up a fight. “I need to be here,” she protested as she walked in circles around him to give basket after basket of soaked bandages to the attendants who rushed in and out. Kane was firm. He wanted her to leave. She wanted to stay. Her logic was that without her, the supplies would run out. His logic was that she needed to rest before she dropped dead. Ciardis ignored him. There was nothing he could say to sway her mind. And then Maris came in out of nowhere. Her fur was ruffled and splotched with blood. She had a satchel hanging across her chest filled with bottled tinctures and wilted plants. Ciardis had seen her running past at a furious pace once earlier in the day. Seeing a healer on all fours and running past in blur like a cat on the hunt was certainly odd. Ciardis had stopped and gaped. She saw soldiers throw themselves out of Maris’s path in the same moment. When she’d inquired about the incident she’d only been told that Maris’s primary position post-offensive attacks was to take care of the wounded among the commanders, and apparently there was a mortally wounded officer among Barnaren’s subordinates.
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