The doctor was incredibly kind. He very carefully applied the bandage and I could not refuse him to examine the old wounds and scars.

- Roni, tell me, were you poisoned by mora?

- There was a case, - I grimaced from the memories, gently pulling away and hiding my scarred hand. - My husband and I were looking for a common language. Experimented...

- Husband?

- Doc, my husband, Limer, - she explained to him like a child. - I was dragged here against my will. Wild, creature, me ... in general ... abused, - finally, with embarrassment, she picked up the right word.

Doc's eyes bulged and, jumping...