When Syryn checked on Gosan later that night, the man was running a slight fever.
"Increase the dosage of estranise to five times a day," he told the purple masked guard. "Give him an antipyretic if his temperature increases any further. Until we remove the pipe, he will constantly be at risk for infection."
"Your highness," Rei made a bow towards the door.
"Where did you go?" Syryn asked the prince whose complexion appeared to have improved since the binding.
"We were out getting travel mounts. How is Gosan?"
"Feverish but not in danger. Let me look at that arm," Syryn motioned for Riaku's bound arm.
The prince extended his hand and allowed Syryn to look under his wide sleeves. There was no staining or leakage on the top layer of his cotton bandages. Syryn checked Riaku's temperature again and found that he was as healthy as a man with such an injury could be.
