Everyday was pretty much the same—wake up, exercise our horses and our knights' horses, eat breakfast, clean Jon's armor and Sir Myles' armor—for Alanna—clean Raoul's armor—for me—study, learn new ways to fight from the other soldiers, and avoid Jem Tanner—so one day, Alan and I just walked in the infirmary tent and I said, "Duke Baird, I'm feeling useless. Can I help in here?" He nodded and Alan said, "I can't clean Jon's armor and Sir Myles' armor if they're wearing it." Duke Baird had the two of us healing whoever we could.
Then Jon came and dragged Alan back to camp and yelled at him on the way there. Jon asked, "How long has Alan been here?" Then he left and I continued healing and then Raoul came and took me back to camp to rest, so I wouldn't kill myself with healing. Then our cats yelled at us too. I glared at Courage and Raoul asked, "Is your cat talking?" I sighed and said, "Yes, and no, I can understand her as if she's speaking normally—like a human I mean—and I can also understand Faithful—I have wild magic—and I can read minds with my Gift—or at least I can read Alanna's mind, Thom's mind, Jon's mind, Gary's mind, and of course, your mind." Then Courage hissed, "Quit snuggling to Raoul as if you're together. Just a little while ago, you were complaining to Alan about this." I sighed, realizing Courage was right, and then Raoul said, "Fabie, do me a favor and get some rest tonight. I don't want you getting hurt." I nodded, trying my best not to blush, like a girl in love, which I was.