Despite the chill of the mountain air, the body heat in the infirmary tent was warm enough to lift Tycondrius' spirits. It was an unintended benefit in him offering to help.
As soon as he and Zenon had arrived at the infirmary tents, they were immediately assigned work. There was always something or someone to be moved, injured to be calmed, bandages to be wrapped, and, as a matter of course, human byproducts to clean.
While the other medical personnel bemoaned their circumstances or idly griped about the tedium of their mundane duties, Tycon and Zenon performed as requested.
The work was somewhat inglorious. It was thankless.
It was necessary.
Anyroad, Tycon preferred doing just about anything over returning to the Stormbrand camp.
Besides the comfortable environment, there was an additional unintended benefit. The lead medic seemed to have dropped her guard around him.
