A medic for the slave

"I was called, Your Majesty." The healer says after regaining his composure.

"She is unwell." Loras tells him, pointing at Astrid. It was like he couldn't even remember that he was screaming a moment ago. The doctor nods and approaches Astrid, but he also keeps an eye on the king as well.

"We were in a forest last night. Maybe I caught a cold?" Astrid continues to play her part, not allowing herself to get distracted by Loras' sudden outburst from earlier.

The healer nods, taking a shiny rock out of his bag. Astrid looks at him confused, and he explains.

"I am a healer, my lady, not just a doctor. I take care of the body and soul. A two-for-one kind of deal, if you like." He lifts up the stone, for her to see it. It looks awfully similar to the ones the shaman was holding when they went there. "This one will tell me if there is something wrong in your body. Like a cold."

"How does it work?" Astrid asks genuinely curious. She heard stories about healers but never saw one.

"I don't know