“My bed,” Kell corrected. “This is my room. Look around.”
The room was larger. The window was made of three of those clear shards of weaveglass from Menoriath, and the view was of the creek that ran alongside the brewer’s hut…the creek that Shuahn’s bridge house stretched over.
“My mistake. Why am I in your bed, then?”
“Easier to have two patients in the same place.”
Saeldian peered at him. “You just about had your arm off. Do you hurt?”
“Only a little sore. How are your ribs?”
Their ribs? They looked down. Only the yellowing of an old bruise. Why—
The troll had hurled a rock at Saeldian. It had made it very hard to breathe without screaming, but there was no time to feel it. “Whoever healed me was amazing. I forgot that it happened.”
“I’ll give your compliments to Lorzok. You can take deep breaths? You can raise your arms?”
Saeldian did both, just to make sure. “Yes. But you were fine yesterday. So why are we still—”
“Three reasons. You were still recovering. There was no good reason to move you. And I didn’t want you to wake up alone.”
That smile.Hero.He’d called them that. No one had ever said that. No one ever thought that. Not of Saeldian Charmhand.
But they lived, and their magic wasn’t gone, and Saeldian had to back away from what that meant. “You didn’t have to. But I appreciate it.”
“There’s makings for breakfast. Do you want it?”
“Yes.”
Kell turned to a hutch in the wall and filled a bowl with yogurt, drizzling honey and spices on top, then adding fruit and tiny seeds. “It’s not eggs.”
“I couldn’t eat an egg right now. Even if you boiled it in oil.”
Kell chuckled. Saeldian sat up, the blankets puddling in their lap, and held out their hands for the bowl and a wooden spoon. Kell perched on the side of the bed and leaned against the footboard.
Saeldian scooped up a big spoonful of fruit and stuffed their mouth with it. Rude to talk with your mouth full.
Kell smirked. “Lorzok and I talked it over, and we agreed on this. So, here.”
The key to a bank vault full of gold landed in the dip the blankets made between Saeldian’s thighs. “Hey!”
Kell scoffed. “You’re fine. I aim better than that.”
“You do. You’re giving me your share of the take?”
“Lorzok already gave Jubilee his key. She might have cried.”
“She doesn’t do this so she can buy baubles and throw naked hot spring parties. The villa her dad accepted for payment needs work.”
“I spent an afternoon there, remember?” Kell said. “I understand why she needs gold.”
“Then you should give her your key too. If she has one coffer for the roof and the other for the taxes, they might get through this.”
“You want her to have three-quarters of the money.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
