“You will be,” Basrahip said. “Your wounds will heal.” Geder felt a tug of hope, of something like relief. It wasn’t enough, but it was enough to make him want if more. “Are you sure of that? Because right now, it seems like they’ll all go on forever.” Basrahip took another bite of his food and smiled around it. “Prince Geder, I am certain.”
But being certain isn't the same thing as being right.
