Karmalin stepped inside the infirmary and saw Oliver. He was unconscious and Dr. Margareta was in the room, checking over his hand's condition.
"Master! You are here." She greeted the fay.
"Doctor! How is he doing?" Karmalin's tune was low and it was saying he couldn't bear that something like this had happened to one of his Aligners.
"He is fine! Strangely, the clove that he had held in his hand absorbed the whole poison. We were lucky not to lose him. I called his parents." Dr. Margareta informed.
"Thank you, doctor, where is the other one?"
His eyes rolled on Doctor who hesitated in panic as Karmalin asked the question.
"Master, there is something that I rather tell you myself." She was sure that Karmalin aimed to hand the other one to the shrines and it wasn't what she wanted because the fay boy was still too young.
"I am all ears," Karmalin followed her to the other room.
