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LAS VI - Healer

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Lan’s dark eyebrows furrowed over his blue eyes as he focused on tending Sorraru’s wound. His hands were gentle on her raw skin as he dabbed a wet cloth over the thick slashes just below her collarbone. Sorraru watched his face as he worked, wincing occasionally at the pain. She was impressed with him – as she was currently shirtless, Lan had a clear view of her chest, but he remained focused on tending her wound. Sorraru was not shy, but she appreciated him keeping his eyes on his work.

They were back at the camp, in the shelter, their light source coming from the makeshift torch in the corner. Lan reached behind him and retrieved his water canteen, which she had seen him mixing up something with argas in earlier. He opened it and poured some of the concoction onto the damp cloth, darkening the material.

“This will hurt,” He murmured.

Sorraru bit her lip and groaned through her teeth as Lan pressed the cloth to her wound. The liquid seeped deep into the cuts and stung her badly. But the longer Lan held the cloth there, the less pain Sorraru felt. Until, eventually, the stinging was replaced with a soothing, numb feeling. She knew argas was a versatile plant, but she had no idea it had healing properties.

Lan noticed her more relaxed expression. “Better?”

Sorraru nodded, it was feeling better. Lan put the canteen back behind him again and this time pulled out a patch, some bandages and adhesive.

“Where did you get those?” Sorraru asked.

“Checkpoint,” Lan replied simply.

Lan gently pressed the patch to the worst part of the wound, tearing off lengths of adhesive with his teeth to hold it in place. Then he began to wrap the bandage around it, winding it under her right arm and over her left shoulder. Sorraru continued to watch his face as he did this. He was very focused now, but she couldn’t shake the last image her eyes registered before she passed out – Lan’s worried expression as he saw the bloody mess she’d become.

Sorraru didn’t think of Lan as someone that cared about her. She thought of him more as a mentor who had taken her under his wing. But she supposed that mentors did care for their protégés in some way. But something told her that wasn’t it. His expression in the field told her that it was something more – a deeper kind of concern. She felt guilty for thinking less of him and suddenly felt the urge to say something.

“Thank you,” She said. “Thank you for saving me.”

“You’re welcome,” He replied.

“I’m sorry I was so careless.”

“Don’t apologise. I should not have left you defenceless. You did the right thing, running to the checkpoint. It was smart. It was not your fault.”

It was the most Lan had ever spoken in one go since Sorraru had met him. She wanted to keep him talking.

“It wasn’t your fault, either,” She reminded him.

“I should not have left you alone,” He repeated.

“It doesn’t matter now. I’m alive.”

His voice was low when he replied. “You cannot know how grateful I am for that.”

Something about Lan’s words left Sorraru taken aback. She wasn’t sure why – if anything his words should make her feel reassured. She soon understood why this was, because his words confirmed what she’d read in his expression at the checkpoint. Lan cared for her as though she were someone important to him that he feared to lose. She hadn’t expected this.

“Let me see your hand,” Lan’s voice broke Sorraru form her reverie.

He laid his fingers on her arm and gently lifted it until her hand was in his sight. Sorraru looked down at her hand. It wasn’t as ruined as she’d feared, but it looked like she wouldn’t be doing anymore training with the bow for a while. Lan began to work on it the same as he had the slashes on her chest. And once he’d wrapped a length of the bandage around it from the base of her fingers to below her wrist, it didn’t look so bad.

“Will I live?” Sorraru asked.

Lan chuckled and smiled, genuinely smiled. “I think so.”

Sorraru smiled back, pleased that he seemed to get her attempt at humor – he usually did. Lan turned to clear everything away, and once he was done, he helped Sorraru to get dressed, knowing she would struggle with only one good hand.

Lan pulled the torch from the ground. “I’ll go and light the fire.”


Lan smiled again and Sorraru returned it. But something was eating at the back of her mind, and as Lan turned and left the shelter, her expression fell. She didn’t truly understand what was going on here, why Lan felt the things he did. But even more confusing was that she felt them, too. Was it really possible? Lan was a hunter, they didn’t love anything. But he loved her, in some way, and she knew she returned that love.

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