Chewing on salt pork while rocking on the healer's unstable kitchen chair was not better than sleeping, but she was the only one who could stay awake and be of any use. Eragos wouldn't be well until the morning and she didn't feel comforted by the thought of the King standing watch. Three of her knives stayed on the table while the rest of her supplies were tucked in the corner; the sight of the knives had been enough to motivate the mage throughout the night. She wondered how much cruelty was too much, but he already had half the gold in her purse.
When the door to Eragos' room, Vera was half tempted to pick up a knife. She wasn't prepared to see the wounded man on his feet. Her chair legs settled on the floor and her dark eyes hardened slightly. The firelight probably made her less intimidating, combined with the fact she wasn't in full uniform any longer.
"You shouldn't be up," she said to him.
Vera should have said I'm glad you're alright or welcome back or it's good that you can stand. But the healer wasn't that talented for as expensive as he'd been. Vera didn't want to hear any more about dying in the road and she didn't want to watch Eragos bleed out on the earth because he wasn't properly tended to.
She stood up from her chair pulled another out from the table. The healer was standing in the shadow of the door, but shrank away when her gaze fell on him for a moment. Vera looked back at Eragos.