JASMINE'S POV
Once I was done with my chores, I went into the healer's quarters and found Loren awake and busy with his work.
"Good morning." I greeted.
He looked up from his glasses. "Good morning."
I took in a deep breath and walked up to him. "Thank you for last night. You gave me your bed, and you slept on a cold bench." I told him. "Please you're an old man and you need to lie on your original bed. I'll take the bench."
He rose up from the herbs he was neatly chopping and looked at me. "With those marks on your back how do you intend to ever heal?"
Hadn't I suffered much worse fate at home? Sleeping on the bare floor even though my back still bled.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter." I said. "You've done more than enough for me."
Didn't he understand? That I was grateful for what he had done for me, but my conscience would never let an old man suffer on my behalf?
