Henry squeezed past the knight and his eyes searched the room for the man they were looking for. He shamelessly ran forward, not caring about the heads that turned to see what the fuss was over.
It seemed that most patients in this area weren't too badly injured and they were awake and alert. The patients in much worse condition were separated from them by a partition in the middle of the large tent.
The moment Henry stood before Maximus, his eyes frantically scanned him for any signs that he might have been hurt.
Maximus wasn't wearing any armor, but a green tunic, a brown belt at his waist, and his sword sheathed there as usual. His brown leather pants were untouched and his boots were on his feet. There was no evidence as to why he should be in the medical tent at all.
"Henry," Maximus said with a sparkle in his eyes. "You look like a new man each time I see you."
