Zakiyah stared at the chiurgeon and blinked in astonishment before answering. "My sister was a little overzealous. There is nothing the matter with me that a little time and rest will not cure," she said, thrown into a fluster. Well, at least they weren't out for blood...and from the way she heard Scribe's name repeated, she deduced they had met the crazy woman before. "War Scribe will return shortly- she went to fetch my book," she said stupidly, realizing they wouldn't have a clue what she was talking about.
Doc gave her that look that all healers get when their patients tell them they're just fine- a look that transcends all rank and age and language, and needs no words. Zak blushed.
"All right, if you MUST know, I've been stabbed in the heart twice today, and I've not yet fully recovered. But Validor takes care of his own," she said, making a gesture to the mark on her forehead, "and I need no other assistance." She would have pointed to the spot, but she didn't like the idea of showing off her ripped blouse in front of all these leering men.
