Chapter 3
Taken individually, the damage was bad enough. Something awful tugged at this heart though, a heavy and hollow feeling, to see smooth skin painted in blood. Solna helplessly looked to Ke for more direction. This was her province.
She didn’t fail him. “Get rid of the rest of it too. It’s ruined anyway and we don’t want to chance infection. Leave his small clothes on.”
The fabric parted under his blade easier than the tunic. Mud caked boots were placed on the floor next to the bed. The elf in all his bareness would be stunning beyond measure if his injuries weren’t so grievous. And if he weren’t an enemy. Maybe he wouldn’t have to stay that way.