Book 3: Interlude VIII: Flames of the Phoenix
Interlude VIII: Flames of the Phoenix
“Well?” Duke Liam Tyrell pressed nervously as the physician finished wrapping Isleen’s eyes beneath a sheet of black cloth smeared with a light coating of aloe vera juice.
“All things considered,” the physician muttered as he tied the bandage. “Lady Isleen is fortunate. Her condition should be temporary given a decent period of rest, a tonic of burdock root, and limited exposure to both sun and flame.”
The Duke and Tristan exhaled slowly in relief while the patient frowned beneath her blindfold.
“So—exactly how long do I have to wear this?” Isleen growled as she tapped the edges of the bandage across her nose.
“At least three days, Lady Isleen,” the physician replied with a note of firmness. “Need I remind you how serious and permanent your condition could have been? Normally a pureblood's core magic burns away any toxins it detects in your bloodstream. However, the strain of the tournament and your depleted magic supply created an unstable environment where the poison could last long enough to do significant damage. While the effects are temporary, rest and natural detoxification are key to a quick and complete recovery.”
“But—the tournament isn’t over.”
“It is for you,” the physician countered sharply before turning his attention to the Duke. “Some toxins might remain while her internal organs are still recovering. It would be better for the patient and her eyesight if she were transported to a dark, cool room to rest until tomorrow morning. Afterward, she may move about freely indoors with her blindfold and a guide. I will stop by your estate after sundown over the next three days when it is safe to check her progress.”