~VANNIE~
"At least, the salves I've been making aren't completely useless," Vannie said to Maeve.
Turned out that not all the King's Keepers had escaped injury during the fight. They could probably heal by themselves without Vannie's salves, but that would take a lot of time that Vannie didn't have.
As it was, they had to be ready for the real war at any minute.
"We have at least 200 Keepers we have to get into top shape by evening. Get some more volunteers to help Alaric apply the salves."
Maeve waved off her concern, looking like her pride was wounded at the suggestion. "I'm sure the Keepers are already tending to their wounds themselves. We don't need to bring in other people to help them clean their wounds."
Vannie nodded, chastened.
"Your Majesty. I don't know how else to say this."
Vannie, instantly worried, jumped to her feet. The Goddess knew they didn't need any more bad news now. "What's wrong? You can tell me anything."