When the rhythmic stirring came to a sudden, unexpected halt, Healer Destan looked up from the unconscious boy and toward his apprentice. Healer Kendra's hold on the stirring rod slackened as she looked fearfully at the entrance of the compartment. Curious, he turned, his eyebrows climbing when he saw the dark figure waiting at the threshold. It was rare to see such an influential man concerned with recovering patients, but then again, this was a special patient, was it not? "Lord Josiah," he greeted casually, "good that you're here." Taciturn eyes leveled the female Healer with an impatient stare. Ah, secrecy. Right. Healer Destan nodded to his assistant. "I will take it from here, Kendra." The young Unda Healer abruptly nodded and fled the room. Destan sighed, watching the blonde-haired woman's hasty retreat.
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