The healer had come to her for assistance one afternoon, just a week ago. She had barely gotten out the information before she was interrupted by Dameena's abrupt arrival. Children were dying far too frequently to be a coincidence, Mercy said. There had to be an answer, even if Egris did not know if she wanted that knowledge. The Lady Warden wanted to help, but she needed far more information than she'd been able to gather thus far.
The Warden's boots sounded against the steps as she pushed inside the Rememdium with the intent to speak to Jule and the other healers. She needed to know what injuries they suffered. She smiled at the nurse who came to attend to her and politely declined her offer of help.
"I've come to speak with Healer Mitchell regarding a private matter."
And, upon hearing that he might be too busy to attend to her immediately, she would nod. "I will wait."
The noblewoman peered out of the small window alongside the door, her gloved hands clasped behind her back and her expression passive. The sunlight shone bright against the white of her uniform through the glass.
This was a place of healing.
She had come without her weapons.