Kingdom of Ash

wager.” Two days ago.
Hafiza clicked her tongue. “Slaying a dark
lord, healing the wounded ... It’s a wonder
you’re not unconscious right now, Yrene.”
Yrene was about to be, but the disapproval
in Hafiza’s voice steeled her spine. “I can
work.”
“I’m ordering you to find that dashing
husband of yours and go to sleep. On behalf of
the child in your womb.”
Och. When the Healer on High put it like
that ...
Yrene groaned as she stood. “You’re
merciless.”
Hafiza just patted her shoulder. “Good
healers know when to rest. Exhaustion makes
for sloppy decisions. And sloppy decisions—”
“Cost lives,” Yrene finished. She lifted her
eyes toward the vaulted ceiling high, high
above. “You never stop teaching, do you?”