[Ludovico]

“Shut up.” Oliver said impatiently, it was more he was frustrated with being helpless. It was his fault that Zosa was hurt. “Just...” He said more softly padding, more of the wound with cloth from his robe. He bit his lip trying to think. In most of the fantasy things he encountered their was a healer of some sort or a wizard. “stop calling me, 'my lord.'” He kept talking to distract himself from seeing Zosa's pain. “Where can we find a healer?”