Ciarin Tut
It had been a tension filled few days for Mikael, he was pacing outside Veronica's tent waiting on a report from the healer they had acquired from the Camp of Kiran Mir-Ashtan, Knight of Poryatu. The healer had approached his Lord with the request and the Knight had immediately ordered the healer to take on the care of the Lady Gardarr.
Mikael kept pacing, the guards eyes following him, they gave him a wide berth. He came to a stop at the rustle of the tent flap; the healer ducked out caught his eye and approached him.
“She is over the worst of it, the fever broke last night†Mikael drew a sigh of relieve. “She will need to stay in bed for a few more days at least, but I will still make my rounds until I am sure there is no chance for a relapse.â€
Mikael clasped the healers shoulder gave it a slight squeeze and stepped past him into the tent.
The healer watched the Captain step into the tent, picking up his supplies he headed back to his Camp to report to his Lord.
