Susannah threw off the sudden paralysis and rushed forward, only vaguely aware of Madison moving to give her room, Viglar not hesitating in his task.
Susannah whimpered when she saw the bruises on her baby's arms and legs. She wanted to grab him and hold him in her arms, but he was too hurt. Carefully, barely touching him, she stroked a trembling finger over his skin. His little body was covered in sores.
"He is malnourished and had been left to - "
"Viglar," Azagor said.
The doctor shrugged, but kept quiet. Noah's left arm was swollen, but as she watched, the rude doctor held one of his silver things over that arm, and the swelling went down. Of all the magical things she'd seen here, this was the best. She knew of brothers and cousins who had died from broken bones, their suffering terrible.