“Enough talk,” Bubs said. “You two take care of the selder.”
Suddenly, everything happened very fast.
Deltington gave quick instructions to the krynn. They did not lift the stretcher from head and foot, but from either side. Deltington kept to the human’s right, close to the ruined leg, so he could simultaneously guide the krynn and control the stretcher at the most crucial point. Between them, they raised her smoothly.
Meanwhile, Bubs hurry-waddled about the room, plucking things from shelves and recesses with twitchy precision: bottles, small stoppered vials whose contents caught the orblight in strange swirls, a basket with rolls of gauze, a pouch of dried herbs, and finally a slim leather pouch from a cupboard. All of it went onto a small trolley table.
While watching the commotion, Yu added up his own pieces. He counted one and one together, literally, and at the end of that math, realised that when Bubs had said you two, he had meant the shaman and him. One, the shaman, and two, Yu.
“Wait — no! Bubs, what do you mean?”
“Magic’s not my division,” Bubs said flatly. “Everything beyond the body, that’s yours.”
With that, he went for the only other exit out of the room, a set of double doors back at the far wall. He pushed one open with his back and pulled the trolley through. From the next room came the muted clatter of glass and metal as he set some of his things down. A moment later he returned, holding the left door open for Deltington and the krynn.
“You two tend to the selder until relieved by me or Deltington,” he repeated, eyes flicking between Yu and the shaman.
“I —” Yu started.
“Treat him to your ability,” Bubs cut him off. “Shaman, waste no thought on conserving potions. Strengthen him. But do not let him fall deeper into sleep. He may speak about his needs, when he wakes. Do not leave him unattended and tell me at once if his condition worsens.”
“I will,” affirmed the shaman.
I won’t, thought Yu.
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