I hadn’t even finished up with the Healer before the Fae King stormed in. He froze at seeing me seated by the fire with the Healer, and then his expression hardened and he stomped past us.
“About time you returned, Erl King! Those dressings need changing!” The Healer yelled after him. There was a subtle horse's shriek to the words that made me shudder.
“I told you, I’m fine!” Shouted the Fae King, yanking a curtain closed behind him with the sound of ripping fabric.
“Do not abuse my belongings, you ill-tempered overgrown insect!” Bellowed the Centaur. My eyes widened involuntarily. The Fae King stormed back out from behind the curtain, a finger pointed at the Healer.
“Do not take me for one of your simpleton mortal-born patients simply because my Magicks are currently out of reach!” Ba
