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I could have slapped myself right then.
“Asher!”
How could I have seen Iston’s pale face and not noticed Asher’s own weakened state?
“Please, Asher!” I yelled as I grasped his shoulders. They were stiff and hot. “Asher! What’s wrong?”
“A moment,” Iston requested as he joined us at the bed and knelt beside Asher. He checked the man’s pulse and frowned. “The healing has exhausted him.”
“But he’s healed before and he didn’t do this!” I argued.
Iston caught my frantic eyes with his own soft gaze, and his soothing tone took a little of the edge off my panic. A very little. “He only needs rest. If you might take this-” He held out his cane. “Then I will hoist him onto my bed.”
I accepted the cane and stood back. In one smooth motion Iston tilted Asher back and into his arms,
