Finn stood in front of the infirmary, staring at the door hesitantly.
Soren had asked a guard to call him so he could check his wounds. But he could not stop thinking about his discussion with Elian.
How could he face Soren now without letting his feelings showing?
He lifted his hand, let it fall, then lifted it again and knocked twice.
"Come in."
The voice was calm. Even. Exactly as it had been the morning the arrow came out.
Finn pushed the door open and stepped inside. Afternoon light fell across the clean floor, the neatly arranged instruments, the same narrow bed he had lain on before. Soren stood at the basin, sleeves rolled to the elbow, drying his hands with a white cloth. He did not look up immediately.
"Sit," he said. "Hip toward the window. I'll need the light."
Finn sat. His pulse was already too loud in his ears. He kept his eyes on the floorboards while Soren crossed the room, pulled a stool close, and sat.
