Chapter 35

“What are you doing?” he demanded. “Don’t touch my horse!”

“Your horse is injured,” I said over my shoulder. “I’ll tend to him first.”

“What? The horsefirst?”

“Yes.”

He muttered something in response. I grinned, amused that he was so put out. A haughty tone had entered his voice, replacing his fear.

Interesting

To make the medicine, I had to chew the linlem and thistlewood, grinding the plants to a paste in my mouth. Not terribly pleasant. Then I spat the paste onto the doc leaves. “This will help,” I whispered to the horse. It understood, and waited patiently, letting me rub its lower hind leg; a sprained muscle, not as bad as the human’s injury. With rest, it would recover soon.

With the horse seen to, I gathered my plants and returned to the human. He glared at me, his jaw set. He probably wished the look to be intimidating. As the blood pumped around his body, it gave off more of that delicious smell.

“Why, human,” I teased. “You’re pouting.”