The Cyneweard

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Part I - Bringer of Storms :: 21

“I won’t lie for you again, Leona.”

Lilly was standing in the bedroom door, her face pulled into a deep frown, hands resting on her hips in balled fists.

“Sorry,” Leona replied, running her hands over the man’s side.

“Who knows who he is, what he does, or how he got that way. What if he’s dangerous?” Lilly growled as walked into the room and shut the door.

“Sorry,” Leona repeated.

“This isn’t some lost squirrel or child. This is a grown man.”

Leona shot her boss a look and replied, “I know that. But he was on the ground. He was almost dead!”

Lilly sighed and shook her head, moving over to a corner of the bed and sitting down. “Leona, what if that’s how he was meant to be?”

“Dead? You really think I’m going to let someone die on the street?”

“Of course not. But this is dangerous. What happens if he wakes and tried to harm you?”

“I can take care of myself.”

Lilly laughed. “I’m sure you can. All you can do is heal people, Leona. Have you ever swung a sword, slashed with a knife, or even been in the same room with a slug-weapon?”

Leona didn’t reply. She continued moving her hand, now glowing blue, over the man’s side. The large wound had reopened overnight and needed stronger healing magic to close for good. He’d have a nasty scar there but she was certain that once it was closed, he could properly get well again.

“Did you find any identification in his coveralls?”

“Just a paper with the name Weard and orders to report to the Machine on it.”

Lilly snapped her finger and pointed at Leona. “Woah, Leona. He might’ve been injured in the attack!”

“What attack?”

“I heard that a Vice Chairman was attacked yesterday. Maybe he was another person attacked.”

“Makes sense,” Leona agreed, pressing down on the man’s side. He groaned with each press but did not wake.

“I wonder if I should tell the Sigil about him,” Lilly wondered.

“I’d wait until he’s better,” Leona replied. “He’s lost a lot of blood and will need some time to get well enough to be questioned.”

“Good point,” Lilly replied, nodding. “I’ll keep quiet for now but you are going to have to come back to the pub soon.”

“I know. Even with less people coming you still need help.”

“Will he be ok if you leave?”

Leona sighed. “I think so. I have him blessed with a blood-clotting spell that should last the day. The only thing I can’t fix is his pain. He’ll have to deal with that on his own.”

Lilly stood. “Fun times ahead for him then. Just report to the pub when you can. I’ll need help this afternoon.”

Leona nodded her understanding.

"Just promise me you'll be careful. He may just be a worker with the Machine and he'll be incredibly grateful for your help. Or..."

"Or?"

"Or he'll try to have his way with you and then murder you."

"You're always so positive," Leona replied, groaning.

"I'm just wary," said Lilly as she opened the door. "Get to the pub when you can. I don't think he's in a state to be going anywhere."

"Got it."

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