“But healers—we have no power to use in battle. Nothing beyond what you see from me.” Chaol was utterly still as he stared at her. “I think you might have something they want very badly.” The hair along her arms rose. “Or want to keep you from knowing too much about.” She swallowed, feeling the blood leave her face. “Like—your wound.” A nod. She blew out a shaky breath, going to the stack before her. The scrolls. His fingers grazed her own. “I will not let any harm come to you.” Yrene felt him waiting for her to tell him otherwise. But she believed him.
