"You have your answer." Salaark's words made more than one mouth open in shock. "Your current patients chose to be outlaws. I had no voice in the matter, hence I have no responsibility for the outcome of their decision."
The merfolk sighed in relief, drawing several looks on themselves. Rem and the rest of the merfolk had been afraid that whatever fate had led an entire tribe to become outlaw could befall them too.
'I can't believe humans can be that stupid.' Rem thought. 'We merfolk would never make such an insane decision.'
"Could you at least give us a field hospital to treat them, please?" Tista asked. "Nothing fancy. Just a place away from the sun where we can take care of our patients."
"Of course, Featherling." The Overlord smiled as though Tista had asked for a candy. "Anything for *you*."
