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Meck’s expression shifted back to the docile wraith fae I was accustomed to. “Mizrah. It’s nothing you need worry about.”
I stepped forward with Hava close at my side, though I no longer held her arm. Dalya stared at the ground reverently and held her clasped hands demurely in front of her like always, though I could see they were trembling.
“Of course I’m worried. Ferryn was protecting me when he was injured. Is his wound much worse than we realized?”
I didn’t want to accuse Dalya of not having a strong enough gift, but it was a fact that some were more powerful healers than others. Perhaps she didn’t have enough magick to heal Ferryn.
“I’ve done all I can,” Dalya said, then dipped a curtsy, glancing at me with something that looked like regret before walking away.
“Meck, let me see him.”
A panic swallowed me that Ferryn might’ve been fatally wounded while trying to protect me. Meck tightened his jaw, looking as if he wanted to protest. But then he opened the flap for me and Hava to step through.
The room was shrouded in blue from the coal burning in a small stove next to the pallet of furs on the floor. As was usualfor a fae healing, there were no bandages or dressings put on the wound. It needed open air to the elements while the healing magick worked on the injury.
I frowned as I knelt beside Ferryn, whose eyes were closed. The wound had sealed and seemed almost healed. Completely.
“What’s your concern about the wound?” I asked Meck, confused by his exchange with Dalya. I’d expected to find a festering injury.
Meck stood on the opposite side of the bed, his jaw clenched as he stared at his brother. He didn’t answer.
“He seems to be healing just fine.”
Meck nodded, his gaze still on his twin brother.
Then Ferryn stirred, his yellow eyes blinking open. He smiled when he saw me. “Mizrah,” he mumbled sleepily. “You came to see me.”
I smiled, my hands clasped in my lap. “I had to be sure you were all right. And I wanted to thank you for protecting me.”
“Always,” he murmured. “It’s my place to keep you safe.” He lifted the arm closest to me, the opposite of the wound, and placed his hand on top of mine.
I flinched at the familiarity but realized he must be drowsy from the healing magick, which can have a drugging effect sometimes. Lifting my hand from under his, I patted it then set it beside him on the bed.
“Meck had me worried,” I added lightly. “He made me think you weren’t healing well, but it seems Dalya’s magick is doing the trick.”
He chuckled in a way that raised gooseflesh on my arms. “Dalya,” he murmured, his eyes glazing a little. They seemed darker than usual, a deeper gold, not the vibrant yellow I was accustomed to.
“Mizrah,” said Meck, “he needs more time to sleep and rest.”
“Of course.” I smiled up at Meck, who wore the amiable expression I knew so well, but there was something in his eyes that concerned me.
“Thank you, my mizrah.” Ferryn’s speech slurred. “I knew you’d come to me.”
“Mizrah,” urged Meck.
Hava was at my side, helping me to my feet. Not that I needed it. Hava seemed to want to leave, and I didn’t blame her. Meck was acting strangely. Ferryn was, too, but he was under the influence of healing magick. But why was Meck speaking with such anger to Dalya? And now an urgency to make me leave.
“Good afternoon, Mizrah,” said Meck, opening the flap and sounding more like himself. “And thank you for coming. We both appreciate your concern.”
“Good afternoon.” I left with Hava close at my side.
We moved back toward our own tents in silence until we were well away from Meck.
“What was that all about?” hissed Hava. “Why was Meck so angry at Dalya?”
“I don’t know. Ferryn is healing just fine. It makes no sense.”
“You should tell King Goll.”
