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but Aelin scooted closer, and sat beside him in
silence for long minutes.
Two healers, marked only by the white
bands around their biceps, hurried past, arms
full of bandages.
Aelin tensed. Focused on her breathing.
Fenrys marked her line of sight. “They
were horrified, you know,” he said quietly.
“Every time she brought them in to ... fix
you.”
The two healers vanished around a tent.
Aelin flexed her fingers, shaking the lightness
from them. “It didn’t stop them from doing
it.”
“They didn’t have a choice.”
She met his dark stare. Fenrys’s mouth
tightened. “No one would have left you in
those states. No one.”
Broken and bloody and burned—
She gripped Goldryn’s hilt. Helpless.