“Think that should be almost long enough under the water. Just a few more minutes should do it. How does it feel?” “Like I want to hex that pan, put a generational curse upon that stove, and never attempt to cook again in my life.” “The arm, Sage.” I shake my head. She winces. “Very ouchy.” “Any better after being under the water?” “Yes.” She pauses. “Thank you, by the way.” “No need to thank me. It’s part of the job.” “Boss, part-time fighter-jet pilot, and medic.” She lets out a low whistle. “A man of many hidden talents, you are indeed.”
