Page 151 of Silverbow
“I am not.” He was, but Oryn shoved him through the cabin door and shut it with a click.
He unrolled his leather script and picked out a sachet of herbs. He tipped the contents into a cup and waited, returning to his stool.
“Enya, can you hear me?”
She stirred again, her face pinched in pain.
“En-”
She gasped, eyes flying wide. She tried to sit up, but Oryn stopped her with a hand carefully splayed across the other shoulder. She brought trembling fingers up to the place the bolt had pierced, probing with a wince.
“Careful,” he warned.
She blinked at him, brow furrowed, her gaze sweeping around the cabin. Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper. “Where are we?”
“A ship. We’re on our way to Tuminzar.”
“What happened?” She rasped.
Oryn added a spoonful of honey into the chipped ceramic teacup. He doubted it would improve the brew, but she took her tea with honey. She groaned in agony as she tried to push herself up onto the pillows. “Careful,” he warned again, helping her shift to sitting.
Faint spots of pink appeared in her pallid skin when she realized she was bare beneath the blankets save for his signet hanging around her neck. He helped her pull one up to her chin as he pressed the tea into her hand.
“Drink.”
She crinkled her nose at the cup. “What is it?”
“Herbs to help with the pain.”
She shuddered as she took a sip. “Crossbow, wasn’t it?”
“You remember?”
Her face scrunched. “No, but I’m glad that’s over with.”
Oryn blinked at her in disbelief. “Did you know that was going to happen?”
“Hylee showed me,” she answered.
Horror set his pulse skipping. “And you didn’t say anything?”
Her eyes flashed toward him with a familiar edge. An edge he strangely found comfort in now.
“I didn’t know where or when. I just heard it. Felt it.” She shifted uncomfortably, and Oryn reached behind her to plump a pillow.
“How’s the pain?”
“Bloody awful. Why haven’t you healed me?”
“I have,” he answered resignedly. “I’m sorry. It’s as much as I can do. I suppose you can add it to my debt.”
“Your debt?”
Oryn scrubbed a hand down his face. “They had Lara Fischer’s name at the gate. There’s no way they could have known it was you unless I was seen buying your papers.”
She huffed, wincing as she took another sip of the tea. “And the eggs?”
Oryn nodded to the satchel that sat at the end of the bed. A faint smile turned up the corners of her mouth, but she grimaced as she tried to reach for them.
