Amir shakes his head, feigning confusion.
"I'm sorry, are you mistaken about yesterday's matter?" He scratches at his head, totally selling his confusion too.
I'm fatigued, my tolerance for putting up with nonsense at an all-time low.
"When I heal people, I can feel their injuries briefly," I explain without dancing around the matter. "That was a knife wound."
"How are you so-" Amir asks but I cut him off.
"That. Was. A. Knife. Wound." I've experienced enough that I can discern the difference in my sleep. I would also kill for some coffee right now.
The kingdom of Aidel produces the precious coffee beans I need, but with the tentative relationship our empire still has with them, it wasn't until a few years from now that the lucrative trade of the beans begins.
"Did you do it to elicit pity?" I take a chance sip of my tea, which has gone cold. "That was a foolish ploy. You should know that in a royal family, blood is something we are acquainted with from youth."
