<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>Going up the stairs, Malcyn caught the gruff man's parting shot, and he blushed, not as sure the other had been wrong as he'd have liked. He didn't know either if his slender blade would be any help at all against a beast that made claw marks as huge as he'd seen on the stable boy's body.<em>Maybe he's right. Maybe I'll just be in the way</em>," he thought as he reached the boy's room. He entered and left his doubts at the doorstep. Here, at least, he felt secure in his skill.<br/><br/>Finding his patient sound asleep, he touched the boy's neck and forehead in a rudimentary check of his pulse and temperature, and lifted the blanket for a glance at the bandages. Pleased to find everything in order, Malcyn looked to the one watching over the boy. "What is his name?" he asked, gently draping the cover back over the sleeping form.<br/><br/>He nodded, repeated his instructions to send for him at the first sign of change, and left.<br/><br/>Returning to the common room, he sat down again and soon found himself served a bowl of stew, some bread and a glass of wine. "If he sleeps through the night, we might be able to ask him some questions in the morning," he said inbetween bites, glancing over the small group. "But I'd rather not wake him. Sleep is the best that can happen for him right now. But I did ask the staff to send for me the moment he wakes up. If we are lucky, he'll be able to tell us what happened."