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The doctor’s jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed, but his voice only held a hint of steel, still mild for the most part.  “Not a simple shifter, no.  But most certainly a man who gets himself into far too much trouble, has little regard for his own safety, and lacks the sense to let his body recover properly.”  Max did not back down.  “Magical healing may be swift, but it is not nearly as complete as the body’s own ability.  That is why, while I do employ magic in my practice, I also know better than to rely on it more than necessary.  It is hardly a panacea.”  He moved closer, to examine the new scar.  “For example, if you had allowed a trained physician to do his job, there would be minimal scarring.”  The man sighed and shook his head, stepping back again.  “What’s done is done.  I won’t be able to help you beyond instructing you to avoid strenuous physical activities for a while.”

A nod to Malie, and the woman added a few more notes to her paper and left the room.  The doctor said nothing, just looking at Cain for a long moment.  “I’ve heard a number of things about you over the past few days.  Some interesting, some concerning.  But none of that matters here, aside from you being apparently unused to our ways, so I shall explain.  If the King, may he rest in peace, were to be under my care, and if he were to try to start going about his usual business before he was sufficiently recovered, I would stop him, just as surely as I would stop you.  You are to take it easy, and allow your body to finish healing.  Doctor’s orders -- and I will have you report back...”  His eyes flicked to the wound again, and he did a quick mental calculation.  “Five days.  If you do not come, I will find you.”

With business out of the way, Maxwell’s manner shifted.  The strict physician relaxed, shoving his hands in his pockets and taking on a far more easygoing attitude.  “She has indeed been very worried about you -- Amune, that is.  I lost count of how many times she’s dropped by to see if you were awake yet.  I don’t know where she is right now, but if you wait a while she’s sure to turn up as soon as she can find an excuse.”  He paused, a hint of a frown shadowing his face.  “Your bedside manner needs work, though.  Telling her you were dying may have been the truth, but you had her so upset she got in my way when I was trying to save you.  She didn’t mean to, of course, but I ended up needing Malie to grab her and carry her out of the room.”