Ellinor whispered, "I don't."
They locked eyes.
Suddenly, the man turned his head away and coughed twice!
Ellinor stiffened slightly, "Theo, are you coming down with a cold?"
Theo waved it off with a poker face, "I'm fine."
Ellinor took his pulse, and her brow furrowed.
It was damp and cold in the valley today. Theo gave her his coat, plus he had rested in a cave, it would be strange if he didn't catch a cold!
"Theo, you might have caught a chill. You should pile on some blankets when you sleep tonight; a good sweat could do the trick."
"You know traditional medicine?" Theo curiously looked at Ellinor, recalling the last time she knew he had food poisoning simply by feeling his pulse when he accidentally ate Sheila Mendoza's poisonous dish.
Ellinor nodded, "A little."
Theo asked, "Did you study it?"
Ellinor shook her head, "Not exactly. I grew up in a monastery, and there happened to be a nun who knew some traditional medicine. She often helped people solve various medical problems, and I learned a bit from watching her."
"A monastery?" The man's brow furrowed, "Why were you living there when you were so young?"
"Because of my father..." Ellinor started but suddenly stopped.
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