Corpus Tamrielicum - The Imperial Library

[30.6] KING EDWARD VI
"I want to watch Ssa'ass," Edward objected, then remembered that it would feed his daedra.
But he might learn something about healing if he watched, which would be a good thing. This
was going to be more complicated than he'd thought.
"Oh, Edward," Aliera said. "You must keep clear in a fight."
"He killed a rat in the old inn there, after. Did right well. Kept his head, put his back to mine,
shielded us both. Anyone's apt to panic in his first fight. Especially if he isn't expecting it."
Ssa'ass came up last, as usual, elbowed the others aside and inspected the injury, hissing. "I
cann fixxxx thissss. It'ss cleann." He looked it over carefully, bending the hand back to open
the wound. Then he brought the hand forward, so that the edges of the tissue met. He was
very particular about getting it aligned just so. Then he had Mats hold it in place while he cast
spells over it. All outer traces of the injury vanished, leaving not even a scar. Moraelyn swung
it with satisfaction, twitching his fingers. "Thanks, Ssa'ass. It's stiff, but..."
"Tomorrow, I ffinissshhh."
"My poor baby," Aliera fussed over Edward. "You must have been so frightened. And you
spent the whole night in that awful house?"
"I'm not a baby. I wasn't afraid; my father was there."
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