Kingdom of Ash

angled the knife. “He’ll stay out until I wake
him.”
Elide, to her credit, didn’t retch as Yrene
began to clean out the wound, scraping away
the dead, infected bits.
“No sign of blood poisoning, thank the
gods,” Yrene announced as the cloth beside
the man became covered in the discarded rot.
“But we’ll need to put him on a special brew
to make sure.”
“Your magic can’t just do a sweep through
him?” Elide tossed the soiled cloth into the
nearby waste bucket, and laid down another.
“It can, and I will,” Yrene said, fighting her
gag as the reek from the wound stuffed itself
up her nostrils, “but that might not be enough,
if the infection truly wishes to make an
appearance.”
“You talk about illnesses as if they were
living creatures.”