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I woke to find Aysulu and Khalim in the common room, Khalim with his head down on the table and his arms folded over it. 

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

He made a pained noise. Aysulu passed me a bowl of rice and the last of one of the cuts of dried meat.

I sat down opposite Khalim. “Couldn’t you just heal it?”

He looked up, squinting painfully. “I did this to myself. It’s a lesson I’m learning.”

“The way I see it,” I argued, “if your god doesn’t want you to heal yourself, he won’t let you. There’s no harm in giving it a try.”

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