““I myself like..." She paused for a second straining to remember the young soldier's name that was at the gate. "Tory.He's...sweet. He could return to Syndlear with me tomorrow since you are on the mend." Ranulf's body instantly stiffened. He had not intended for his comment to be interpreted in such a way.Just the opposite. Instead of being flattered, she produced a name and offered to leave. Well, she wasn't going to leave in the morning,but Tory sure as hell was. "What if my wound gets worse?" Ranulf posed gruffly. "It is fine." "It may not be.Remember.I don't get fevers. I'm not like other men." You sure aren't , Bronwyn murmured to herself.””
