Chapter 35: Morning Rounds
After leaving the training ground, Vaerik led Siv along a dirt path. He suddenly stopped and walked toward a simple but clean wooden cabin.
"I'll go in and take a look," he said as he pushed the door open.
The light inside was dim, with a faint scent of medicinal herbs in the air.
On a wooden bed against the wall lay a knight, his face still pale, but much better than the previous days.
He was the knight who had been injured during the battle with the frost giant days ago—Javier.
Seeing Vaerik enter, he instinctively struggled to rise and salute, but Vaerik gently held him down.
"Don't move around," Vaerik frowned. "Your wound hasn't fully healed."
Javier smiled somewhat embarrassedly: "Lord, I'm much better now."
"Don't push yourself," Vaerik pulled over a chair and sat down. "What did the doctor say?"
"It's stabilized, just needs some time to recover." Javier lowered his head, but seemed somewhat unwilling to accept his condition. "I'm sorry to have worried you."
"You're lucky to have made it back alive," Vaerik sighed lightly. "Don't worry, I'll find suitable medicine as soon as possible to help you recover your strength quickly."