"You're bandaged?" Thalina asked, her voice sharper than she meant. Concern laced every word, but her expression remained tight. She was still mad—no, furious. That hadn't changed.
Eyrx nodded, the silver in his eyes softening like melting frost. "Yes, I am."
That tone. That weirdly calm, almost gentle tone—what was that? She wasn't used to that tone from him. It didn't match his usual annoying, cryptic, cold exterior. And yet... it was oddly comforting, like warm breath against her neck in the cold.
"You went to a doctor?" Her eyes narrowed slightly, flicking from his face to his arm, wrapped tight in layered bands of animal hide. Not neat. Crude. But it did the job.
"I went to see a witch doctor," Eyrx replied simply, as if that explained anything.
Thalina blinked. A witch doctor?
This world had witch doctors now? Since when? What was next—alien dentists?
But really, did she care? No.
