“To Madlen,” she said. “I need a healer.” “Are you ill, Lady Queen?” asked Thiel in distress, taking a step forward, reaching out a hand. “That’s a matter for me to discuss with a healer,” she said, holding his eyes to let it sink in. “Are you a healer, Thiel?” Then she left, so that she wouldn’t have to see him crushed—by nothing, by words that shouldn’t matter—and feel her shame.
Hah.
