Kieran

“No.” I said.

Lyra who was already walking out of the training ground stopped in her tracks and Isla who had her hands reaching out for me also paused in confusion.

“I want Lyra to treat me herself.” I declared and Isla scoffed.

Trust her to make a fuss about everything.

“What?” Isla spoke first. “You want her to treat your wounds? When did she become a doctor?” She asked with a quizzical expression.

Lyra's expression was a confused mess. She was probably wondering ...