"Who told you to feed the rarest medicine that you have." Lycaon said sarcastically. He considered then backward people, leaving here in the hut with the clothes of leaves. If he was in the castle, he would have been more then fine in a week. The savant and the medicine they have are much better.
"Ungrateful huh." Bretha said while picking up the stone bowl which cracked by the fall.
Lycaon didn't reply to her words. He just turned his head to the other direction than her. She fill the bowl again and kept it beside his sleeping place. She then faced Lycaon and said. "Our elder taught us to help needy. Else I have no other motive to use my herbs on you." She said and like left.