Feng Jiai gave him a look like he'd just tried to eat his own foot. "...Are you sure you're okay, Uncle?"
Quinlan didn't reply. His breathing was steady, but the skin around his eyes was tight from pain. Still, the way he watched her—sharp, lucid, and focused—told her he wasn't delirious. Or if he was, it wasn't the normal kind.
With a sigh, she adjusted the knot on his bandage and finally muttered, "Alright, alright... Memory wiped, fine."
She took a breath and began, pointing vaguely east as she spoke.
"There are four nations ruling the lands: Vulkaris, ruled by Serika Vael the Scorchheart… Naryssia, ruled by Queen Nalai of the Silken Veil… Daluang, ruled by Sage Rongtai the Immovable… and Aerynthia, ruled by Sovereign Zephyra Whisperleaf."
She glanced back down at him, checking to see if he was listening. He was.
