"I feel fine."
"Noted," Alaric said, holding a tuning fork against Gavriel's collarbone. Hyran's tuning fork.
Rook: They are taking turns and sharing.
"I have felt fine since I woke up."
"Also noted."
"Then why am I still here?"
"Because 'fine' is a word patients use and 'cleared' is a word healers use, and one of those words outranks the other, and the ranking is not in your favor."
"Arm up," Hyran instructed on his other side. "Left."
"This is ridiculous."
Gavriel raised his left arm. Hyran passed the tuning fork along the underside, from shoulder to wrist. The pitch climbed again at the shoulder. Descended at the elbow. Stabilized at the wrist.
"Other arm."
Gavriel rolled his eyes and raised his right arm. The fork hummed evenly. Stable. Baseline. Unremarkable.
"Interesting," Hyran murmured.
