Which came first again?

The small healer greeted him by name, sitting tall as though she was trying to look confident and sure. Certainly she was doing a better job of it then the day he had sought her out to ask her why she had not come. That day, she had cowered a little, and shown her fear of the Warlord. Perhaps telling her that she was all Zee’s had helped. His little wife was more compassionate than the Warlord.

He eyed her, intrigued, as her confidence flagged a little, before she got it under control. “I do” he said, not letting his amusement show through. He wanted to see where she was going with this, but he wouldn’t make it easy for her with a smile. “What do you want to show me?’”