Zoroka poured whisky for two. A dream. The man probably ate some plants he shouldn't have and tripped his balls off. That was more likely the case. And now to wonder if he suffered permanent brain damage or not...
But even if he was out of his mind, a competent healer was nothing to scoff at. Grabbing the steak knife, she drew it across her arm. Blood beaded out of the wound. "Heal that, then."
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