Gus wasn't happy.
"Are you stupid? Just telling that random woman that you're a healer?"
"I think she'd understand my situation, being a healer herself." And if nothing else, I trusted priest Miurian to not let her in if he thought she'd go around turning me into the crown.
"Where the hell do you get off thinking that? Squealers ignore empathy or sympathy or whichever one it is."
Luckily Priest Miurian hired a carriage for us to go home, because despite the little healer's help, my head was still pounding and I was exhausted, both with healing and the little snippets Nehcor had slipped into the head. That being the case, I didn't have the energy to argue with Gus today, so I just pinched the throbbing bridge of my nose and tried to ignore him.