Milton ignored the woman. He was strangely interested in her more now that she deserved to be shaken about. It would have been nice to get the truth from her.
Liars were fun. Milton hated them.
He lead James to the fountain, using its waters to cover his words. As he talked he ripped off that removable, poorly sewn patch off of his robes. It still had the streak of blood he had taken off of James’ mussel. Cleaning it in the fountain, he worked out the stain.
“I don’t like her.†he told James, “She must be holding a lot back from us, more than this.†He gestured over his shoulder to her.
“Bandits are bandits, we are not the best to take care of them. I wonder why she wants to track them down even in her state.†His deep voice was a bit upset that she was using them, but he was still passive due to the fact he had already agreed to help.
It seamed as if he had more to say, but unless James had input that was all the healer would speak for the night. He stitched the patch of cloth back on using a needle hidden in his robe’s sleeve and a loose string he found dangling.
The patch of cloth still had a faint mark from the blood, but just like the last patch it would get much dirtier before he would replace it.
When James led him back to the tavern he followed the boy to the fireplace. He didn’t take a seat, but rather leaned against the wall. Hallow eyes stared at the liar as Milton ignored the others.
It was great to hang with James, and being so careless with him almost made his stomach pain not so bad.
He still didn't regret not taking the woman's offer however.