Proof

Sirius, Naiche and Basilisk had presented Iolaire with the unconscious body of her niece, Aslatiel. The girl had snapped her leg clean. Or rather a boar had. The pair of young wolves were lucky that a broken leg was the only result. Io knew all too well what an angry boar was capable of.

The dainty healer had performed surgery on her niece, setting the bone perfectly in place, securing it with sinew, then suturing the wound shut. An immobilizing cast had been constructed to keep everything where it should be while it healed. All that was left was for Asla to sleep. Io had dosed the girl heavily with valerian. That plus the shock of the situation kept her in a deep, deep sleep.

Iolaire had sent the boys away from her cottage. There was nothing that they could do other than get in the way. Asla needed rest and honestly, so did she. With her injured niece asleep on a pile of furs, Io lay down as well. The stress of the procedure had taken a lot out of the frail woman. She would rest but her green-gold eyes would stay open lest Aslatiel wake up and need her.