Kaladin walked with care, glad for Lopenβs help, but even this was draining. He shouldnβt be moving on the leg. Fatherβs words, the words of a surgeon, floated up from the depths of his mind.
Torn muscles. Bind the leg, ward against infection, and keep the subject from putting weight on it. Further tearing could lead to a permanent limp, or worse.
βYou want to get a palanquin?β Lopen asked.
βThose are for women.β
βAinβt nothing wrong with being a woman, gancho,β Lopen said. βSome of my relatives are women.β
Happy New Year! π Kal and Lopen kick it off with one of my favourite dialogues from Words of Radiance. Procreate, painted with my custom watercolour brushes.
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