โ Scribed by Cronshaw, Jon
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Kat watched a pair of apothecaries lifting Gerhard onto a linen sheet. He lay motionless, his chest barely moving, his face coated in a mask of blood and dust.
The green-robed women squatted next to him, one of them checking his eyes and listening to his chest. The other retrieved a thin-leafed herb from a pocket and flapped it under his nose.
Kat stepped aside when a third woman arrived. The woman poured a cup of what Kat took to be poppy milk from a vial and rested against Gerhard's lips. When he did not move, one of the women lifted his head and pinched his nose as another poured the milk into his mouth.
Her gaze drifted to the approaching ships, sure they were closer than before.
"Are you hurt?" a male voice asked.
Kat turned to him and shook her head. "I'm fine."
"You don't look fine." He studied her for several seconds.
"You were in the lighthouse weren't you?"
She nodded.
"And you escaped unscathed?"
"I had to be dug out."
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