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The medic they called Trest’k burst into the door. He ran straight to us and laid Khol out on the rug on the floor.

“He just passed out. What’s happening?”

“He still has a pulse. He seemed exhausted when he arrived. I told him this would happen if he didn’t stop moving about. I’ll need to sedate him so that he rests instead of works. If he goes on as if he weren’t injured, he’ll never heal. If I do this, he may be done for a few days, lady,” Trest’k replied.

I nodded. “Yes, let him rest. He can wake up when he’s ready to.”

“You’ll be taken to Villa Xtarra. You must tell no one. We gave Khol our word that we’d get you there should he fall ill again,” Trest’k informed me.

“Villa Xtarra. I don’t know where that is. I’m not going anywhere,” I said firmly. “Khol came to me. I’ll stay with Khol.”

Trest’k and the young medic waiting beside him exchanged glances.

“Well, help him. Or give me the medic bag and I will,” I said.

Trest’k stiffened his back and said, “You have no training.”

“And you don’t know me. I know how to treat a wound. I’ve done it before,” I replied. “Give him the sedation and I’ll be here to make sure he gets his rest.”

Trest’k nodded. “As you wish, lady.”