JASMINE'S POV
Once I finished my chores, I went into the healer's quarters and found Loren awake and busy with his work.
"Good morning." I greeted.
He looked up from his glasses. "Good morning."
I took a deep breath and walked up to him. "Thank you for last night. You gave me your bed and slept on a cold bench." I told him. "Please, you're an old man, and you must lie on your bed. I'll take the bench."
He rose from the herbs he was chopping and looked at me. "With those marks on your back, how do you intend to heal?"
Hadn't I suffered a much worse fate at home? I was sleeping on the bare floor even though my back still bled.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter," I said. "You have done more than enough for me."
Didn't he understand? I was grateful for what he had done for me, but my conscience would never let an older man suffer on my behalf.