Lewin looked at Anastasia, every variation of annoyance and irritation written over his face.<span style="color: #808040">"If her ribs set incorrectly, that can hurt internal organs, and while said ribs remain unhealed, marrow can leak out, causing damage. And once the bones are set, that will be it. She'll be done with pain, but for now, she winces with every breath. And you, little <span style="font-style: italic">princess</span>, should watch your tongue."</span>He stood up, forgetting Fossil for a moment. Standing in his armoured robes with Mince hanging on his back, he looked rather splendid. Now, however, he also looked angry.<span style="color: #808040">"I am Lewin Eraffen, Strife Shaman of the Brzi'zali tribe. I am a survivor. Fighting and healing is all I've done for my entire adult life. Your blue blood and innate abilities notwithstanding, you've been a <span style="font-style: italic">slave</span> until <span style="font-style: italic">yours truly</span>-"</span>- he pointed at himself -<span style="color: #808040">"crashed the auction and dragged you with him to freedom - oh, yes, I know, the tales of your capture were told far and wide."</span>He sat down next to Fossil once more.<span style="color: #808040">"Now I <span style="font-style: italic">suggest</span> you leave the matter to professionals. Believe me when I say I know the girl's situation, and the best course of action, quite well."</span>Lewin knocked up his hood, as if to separate him from the outside world so as better to concentrate on the matter at hand.