Seraphina
The attendant's name was Oren. Seraphina learned it when Maelis asked him to keep looking at her.
Until then, he had been a hand over a wound, a frightened face and a pulse she did not want to lose. Hearing his name made her look again at the person attached to all three.
"Oren. Stay with us."
He tried to answer. Maelis told him not to spend the breath.
The east room had been prepared for ordinary treatment. Now a volunteer pushed the spare table against the wall while another brought the sealed tool tray to the examining healer. Nobody touched the narrow point with a bare hand.
Seraphina kept her light near the injured tissue. The wound lay too close to places she would not explore by guesswork. Maelis guided her, checking the response and telling her when to reduce the flow.
Oren's breathing eased a little.
