scratched lenses of my knockoff ray-bans

The Warlord nodded at her agreement to keep an eye on the kids. He considered the matter sorted, knowing if it became an issue she would raise it with him again. He figured he would enjoy a cup of tea with his healer, and then they would go about their tasks. The Warlord back to his patrols, and her to the new task he had set her. Instead of casual conversation however, she opened with a question regarding his own health. He sighed, taking a sip of the tea. The mint was strong, but not overly so. Adding a crisp taste to the tea. Strange, but not unappealing. He took another sip as he considered his answer.

The Warlord believed that healers had the right to overrule his decisions in regards to his own health - there had to be some precedence there in the chance that something happened to him like what had happened to Resin. If he ever fell to madness, and rational decision was lost, he had to know his healers would see it and overrule him. Allowing another to take over the position of Warlord. That didn’t mean he wished to submit to an examination, but… he sighed again. “If you believe I need one, as a healer I would expect you to overrule my objections. If you feel that is needed here, exercise that right.” He said, wondering what she would do. As much as he didn’t want to bother with an examination, he did want to see if she was brave enough to exercise that right. He needed to know if his potential future lead healer had the guts to do so.
"Sirius Fatalis"