Radia would have dropped the bucket and run.

But she managed to keep enough composure to stand and slowly walk back towards her mother. If anybody noticed that something was wrong, they didn't say.

"You," Cayd nodded towards Anary. "Miss ..."

"Anary," she offered as politely as possible.

"Yes. We heard that you're the first person the townspeople would go to if sickness or injury struck."

"What of it?"

Cayd jerked his head in the direction of Rynez.

"He needs tending. He's tried to run several times, received punishment for each time, and until now hasn't needed help. But there is one wound that seems to have some sort of inflammation. It's the only one you need to look at."

"Where is it?"

"Show her your leg, Rynez."

Rynez made a scoffing sound, and the nearest guard promptly kicked him in the ribs.

"If th' lady wants to take care of my leg, I'll let her. She'll make the orders about it, and if you insist upon pushing your limits, you will find yourself at the door of doom."

"And if you don't watch your tongue, you'll find your way there sooner," Cayd returned quickly.

Rynez smirked, remaining where he was.