We finally arrived at the 'Healing House', a long limestone building I'd insisted be built with extra-wide windows to let in the sun.
Soon, I'll change the name from the 'Healing House' to a 'Hospital'.
As I stepped through the doorway, the scent of dried herbs and cool water hit me.
Inside the room we entered, the two bear beastmen were resting on thick mats made of stuffed sheep wool.
They looked absolutely massive lying there—even injured, they had muscles on top of muscles. One had a leg wrapped tightly in clean linen, and the other had a thick bandage around his chest and shoulder.
When they saw me walk in, accompanied by my husbands, they both tried to scramble upright.
"Queen!" the one with the crushed leg grunted, his face tightening in pain as he struggled to sit.
"No, no! Stay down!" I practically lunged forward to stop them, my hand waving frantically.
