“I’m not an ogre. Flagen is fine with me so long as he has relinquished any claims to you or Anya. He has your stretcher. We’ll tell him together.”
Flagen and a corpsman made short work getting Tonas secured on the stretcher. “This isn’t necessary. Give me some support and I can walk to the transport,” Tonas said through gritted teeth.
“Get on the cart. If you don’t stay off that leg, you’ll lose the use of it,” snapped Flagen.
“Stop behaving as an offspring,” Jonal growled in sync.
“Flagen,” Tonas began in a tentative tone.