Three hours had passed, and after spending most of that time pacing the corridors of the healing hall, the healer ventured in when his knock was not answered. In fear of finding yet another of the royal family dead, he was shocked to find a very much alive and well young queen, draped gloriously upon the beast.<br/><br/>Just as the attendant failed to escape temptation, the healer looked long and hard at the blush pale unblemished skin of Vanderly. He longed to touch him, a hand even reached for him, but valued his life too much and with the bear so close, he knew better.<br/><br/>Van blinked slowly, confused at the tufts of pink fur in his eyes. He had dosed off only to wake and see the old healer staring at his bare body instead of the reopened wounds on Pookies chest.  The gaze disturbed him, causing him to curl into Pookie and grope for the robe he'd disgarded.  "You come empty handed? Bring cleansing water so we can rebind the wounds."<br/><br/>"I was conerned you were not awake, but now I'm concerned over this new damage to the dressings." The healer still stared at Vanderlys bare legs and his eyes begged a question at the condition of his feet.