Rafal had to obey Arlan's order, and let the pretty boy who seduced his liege enter his room, albeit unwillingly. Neil accompanied Oriana, acting as her helper, bringing with him medicinal supplies borrowed from a royal physician.
When they reached the knight's lodgings, she told the frowning man, "Sir Ahren, please sit down."
"Where?"
"Anywhere."
With a sigh, Rafal sat on the bed.
Oriana went to check the wound on his head first and started asking questions as a physician would do, her tone was serious and strict.
"Are you dizzy?"
"No."
"Headache?"
"No."
"Nauseous? Do you feel like vomiting? How about your balance?" Oriana asked as she gently touched the area around the cut.
"No to all. Just clean the wound and patch it."
"Hmm, it doesn't look that serious…."
Rafal gestured for Neil to hand over the bandages.
