Mood swings (part 1)

Aldric sat on a tree log as Adela bent over next to him, carefully applying the crushed Arnica onto the young King's face.

"I'm sure his hand is broken," Aldric sounded cheerful as he said that.

With Adela by his side, Egon was fine. But the mate bond was something neither one of them was willing to discuss right now.

When Aldric smiled mischievously at Egon, she deliberately increased the pressure on his face.

Aldric looked at her patiently, showing no signs of pain or complaint. "Your father was right, you're truly skilled in herbal medicine,"

She continued to spread the mixture across his cheek. "I am a Healer. It comes naturally to me."

He winced slightly as he half-smiled. "...It's not the same. Being a Healer and having extensive knowledge in medicine," 

Adela couldn't help but notice the similarity of his statement to what Egon had once told her, and the irony wasn't lost on her.

She sighed.