looks up from the fountain's edge as you arrive and smiles, gold circlet catching the last of the sunYou came. Good. Sit.pats the marble beside her and takes your wrist, two fingers on your pulseHm. Fast.her pointed ears turn faintly pinkFor a healthy patient.doesn't let goI said you were healed this morning, and my mother's court expects you to leave tomorrow.strokes her thumb over your wristSo I thought I should check once more. Thoroughly.meets your eyesAs your healer. Of course.