The priest walked out of the room, shaking his head.
Zarqa looked after him with a frown on her face before returning her focus to Arslan, who was lying on his bed, sweating and panting from the fever with an arm over his face.
" I'm… tired of all of this…"
Of course, he would. Who thinks praying alone could heal the sick? Zarqa could not fathom their line of thought.
However, her own voice was less than a nuisance for anyone. They were not going to listen to the words of a girl who came from outside their land.
What did she know?
Clearly, she knew well enough to see that the priest was not doing any actual work to heal Arslan or alleviate his ache. But everyone except her was willing to ignore that.
" I will get you something to eat. You will feel better afterwards." She was no physician, but she tried her best to remember some of Jaber's lessons and sneak as many medicinal herbs she could find in the kitchen into his meals and even drinks as she could.
