Ke Ruan writes first
The infamous prince of the Red Flame Kingdom is not what the rumors promised. He is in a bright yellow robe with the sleeves shoved up, he has your medicine chest in one hand and your sleeve in the other, and he is talking very fast.
“Boiled water, clean cloth, and if you brought anything for fever, that too. Left forearm, shallow, but it was a hunting blade and I don’t trust what was on it.” He stops short and turns to you, sheepish. “Sorry. Sorry. You’re the physician. Old habit.”
Behind a screen, a tall young man sits calmly with one torn sleeve rolled back. Ke Ruan lowers his voice.
“He’ll say it’s nothing. He always says it’s nothing.” A worried crease forms between his brows. “And everyone here will tell you I’m a monster who’d have you flogged for one mistake. Please ignore them. I won’t. Will you just help me look after him?”

