"Most healers don't get the fright of their life and then have to drag a heavy man two miles over forest back to their cottage." Aelia retorted, making herself comfortable on the stool. She was about to stuff the paste down his throat but instead, despite his complaints, he took it. His face told her all she needed to know about what he thought of the taste. She knew for a fact it tasted disgusting, and normally she would have mixed it with honey, but he'd woken before she'd had a chance. "Good, you should feel that working through your system soon."<br/><br/>She folded her arms as he explained himself, barely, and frowned. "Well that much is clear. You're lucky to be alive, and lucky that I happened to be running low on dreamer's wish. Now I'm going to put on some stew. You are going to stay in bed, understood?" She realised that the man was likely not someone who was used to following orders, but she hoped that the pain would be enough to keep him down, at least until the painkillers kicked in.<br/><br/>She stood and slid the stool away, returning to the kitchen and lighting the fire. She placed a lot of water on the fire and began chopping meat and vegetables to add. She kept an eye on her bedroom door in case Alexander decided to try getting up despite her warnings. She'd push him right back down down if he dared.