"When Warlock Binhadi is well enough, come see us at the temple and we'll see you properly outfitted." He held out a hand and pulled Cemal to his feet. "I hope all goes well for you."
"Thank you," Cemal said quietly.
Clapping his shoulder, the healer smiled and turned away. "I am headed home in the morning, but I expect to see you in a week or two, Avatar."
"Yes, Father."
Cemal waited until he was gone before leaving the music room to return to Binhadi's side. He was still fast asleep, but he didn't look as pale and sickly as he had before. Or maybe Cemal was just seeing what he wanted. Kicking off his house slippers and shrugging out of his robe, he climbed into the bed and stretched out along the open half, turning to face Binhadi.
He woke hours later to something warm on his cheek. His eyes fluttered, closed, fluttered again before finally staying open long enough to comprehend the something warm was in fact Binhadi's hand. Cemal jerked upright. "You're awake!"