The Orc waved her apology away. “An easy mistake, given the circumstances,” he rumbled, voice crackling like fire over gravel. “I thank you for your intervention, warrior. Would you allow me the honor and let me tend your wounds?”
Kajivar’s eyebrows rose up into her hairline. “Didn’t think they let shamans go,” she said quietly. She turned away abruptly, stomping into a stall. The horse head-butted her in the shoulder, she shoved him back. She rummaged around in the hanging saddle-bags grumpily.
She grunted with triumph when her hands closed around a cool clay flask. She yanked out the cork with her teeth and guzzled a third of the liquid inside. As the world tilted sideways, she threw her arm over the horse's neck. The ensuing whinny sounded suspiciously like laughter.
"Shut up, you. Just because you couldn't chew through the cork this time. Ungrateful wretch..." she mumbled into his mane.
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