Rowan just shook his head. He didn't want to daydream and faint from exhaustion in the middle of the makeshift sick bay. The painter just moved back to the side and sat down in a corner before bringing his knees to his chest. His arms hugged them, and he buried his head in that.
A blanket soon draped on his back. Rowan looked up and saw a person standing in front of him. It was the last person he patched up, whose arm was split open from a bad roll. The man sat down next to the painter. "I heard Duke trained you."
"If you keep on saying his name, I will feel worse. Leave me alone." Rowan brought his head down again. "I don't want to talk to you guys anymore…"
