The guard standing next to Windsor tilted his chin at the other guard. "Do as he says," commanded. "Be quick about it, Cutler!" The addressed guard fled from the run.
The remaining officer turned to Windsor and began another barrage of angry questions and insults. "What are you doing? That is not how you handle a wound! Are you trying to kill him nitwit? What kind of healer are you?"
Beneath the bed, Tiraris was torn between laughing at the guard and knocking his legs out from under him. 'Leave him alone, fool! He is the best healer you will ever find. It will be your fault if your precious captain dies.' Her near laughter fit was sobered by the shock of her own thoughts. 'Since when is Windsor the best healer?'
The remaining officer turned to Windsor and began another barrage of angry questions and insults. "What are you doing? That is not how you handle a wound! Are you trying to kill him nitwit? What kind of healer are you?"
Beneath the bed, Tiraris was torn between laughing at the guard and knocking his legs out from under him. 'Leave him alone, fool! He is the best healer you will ever find. It will be your fault if your precious captain dies.' Her near laughter fit was sobered by the shock of her own thoughts. 'Since when is Windsor the best healer?'