Leonora paused. It wasn't as though she was completely heartless to the plight of her twin; she could see how pale he was, and how his entire body shook like a leaf in the autumn breeze. His eyes darted frantically from the door to the windows, as though he expected to be ambushed.
Yet, it was simply illogical for her to stay with him when she could be doing more good on the streets, tracking and hunting down that menace. In fact, now that Silas had survived an encounter with Alistair, the bloodhounds would be able to catch his scent and hunt him down.
What could she do for him in the infirmary? She knew nothing about healing. Her ability to care for her brother was usually shown in the form of beating the shit out of people that dared to speak ill of him. She'd be a waste of space here.
