Kate cradled his hand in hers. "She cleaned it with salve a gauze from her bag as if she was polishing a delicate object. "You have the talent. I am so happy to have someone to share with. When you are better I would like you to demonstrate. Cyn, be honest what is your natural form? Best to take it, you will heal faster. Make sure you can fit this carriage. Peel would be terrified if the carriage fell apart. I want to prove to you can trust me. If you want the form to be kept secret, I can protect you. My friends tell me all their secrets and they know I will not tell anyone."<br/><br/>She held the vile of poppy in her lap the cork was on it. "Blistered and blue from the cold. Cracked and raw. I will get you oils of healing herbs and gloves. No shame crying Syn. Grown men have feelings. I have seen my father cry when he is alone. Soldiers cry at funerals. It is part of all beings. Not all creatures shed tears. You may cry tomorrow. Your eyes need to heal."