The Sixth Discipline Page 75
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“Beg pardon, Baroness,” the medtech said politely, “but he doesn’t seem to like being touched. It makes him fret.”
Francesca moved her hand from Ran-Del’s arm. “Maybe you’re right.” She watched him anxiously. “Is he getting better? He looks so pale, and he still hasn’t woken up.”
“Oh, yes, ma’am,” the medtech said reassuringly. “His breathing is much stronger, and he's healing just fine. It’s worrying that he hasn’t opened his eyes yet, but he’s definitely getting better.”
