Phoenix had dismissed everyone except Imani, who was moving through the supplies with him, speaking in low voices near the far side of the cabin. I caught the words gauze and antiseptic over the quiet of their conversation and sat on the table edge watching them, fidgeting with the hem of my dress out of nervous habit.
Phoenix turned eventually, holding a collection of wrapped supplies. Imani gave me a warm smile before slipping out through the door and pulling it closed behind her.
"Is she not staying to help?" I asked.
Phoenix chuckled and set the supplies down beside me. "She is not very experienced with human-rate healing."
I watched him cross to the water bucket and wash his hands thoroughly with soap before drying them and pulling on a pair of gloves. He picked up a small bottle and turned to face me.
"What are you planning to do?" I asked.
"Clean your wounds," he said, the tone easy and matter of fact.
"You?" I said, tilting my head.
He stepped closer. "Yes."
