"What about his news?" Cyrward objects. "It can wait," Aldus says. "I need to tend to our friend here first, anyway. I think he's hurt his head." Wil shrugs his cloak on as Cyrward protests. "But he's a Seer -" "Regardless of how accurate the tales are, he can't heal himself if he's unconscious. Wil, go home. Cyrward, go and lie down like the injured civilian you're supposed to be." "But I want to watch!" "Every patient deserves privacy." "He won't know!" "I will. Go!"