“I’m fine!” I argued as Arran turned my arm, examining my wrist.
“Don’t lie to me, Laoina! Don’t think I haven’t noticed your bloods have stopped, despite you telling me they would last for many more days. And I distinctly remember the Healer at your residence stating that Shifting with an injury impedes its healing!” Arran scolded as he immobilized the joint with tightly bound fabric he’d taken from the saleswoman’s house. I rolled my eyes and stared into the fire as he worked.
The truth of the matter was that my wrist hurt, I just wasn’t going to admit it. And he was right about the bleeding stopping ahead of schedule which worried me. It had slowed drastically after the first shift at the fake saleswoman’s house, and had stopped completely after I spent most of the day in fox form. Wh
