“Water. Heated. I need a rolling boil. Half a bucket is enough. I don’t need much, and less water means faster heating.” “What about the bandages?” he asked. “Bandages are a patch. This elixir is a cure. I need that water going.” “Sure, yeah.” Nyfain dashed over to the pot and was quickly out the door, doing my bidding. His mother had trained him well.
So why couldn’t he “dash” over to get the bandages from the top shelf?
