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There was a noise from behind him, and Enkiel turned. The woman was awake already, and strong enough to raise her head. Good. That meant she was not as bad off as she had looked. Sangria-colored eyes studied her face as she spoke, noting the sharp lines and the tell-tale signs that she was a hybrid. More wolf was in her than most, however—she had a pelt similar to that of a wolf, and while small, her body was proportioned for a wolf.
He dipped his nose, slightly, at her thanks. It was his job and he required no gratitude, though it did please him to know that his work was respected. “I am Enkiel Lykoi, the Resarcio—medic—here. You got into a serious fight, but only a few of your wounds are severe. Until they heal, you will remain here.” Partially because he would need to remove the stitches, and partially because he saw her potential. To survive a battle that left one so wounded was some sort of sign of prowess. The older, healed scars echoed this assumption. “I will make you something to ease your pain. You may wish to sleep after taking it.”
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