Chapter 42
Later that night, I hear Naboo and Saboo whispering angrily in the hallway.
"We can't!"
"We have to."
"It's not our place."
"Our place is wherever keeps him safest." They're talking about me.
"It could make things worse."
"But it could make things a hundred times better."
"What if it doesn't?"
"What if it does?" I hear a sigh. "If there's even the slightest chance it could make things better, we should try. We have to." What? What do they have to try?
"You're right, of course."
"Of course."
"Has he…done anything?"
"Not that I know of." My stomach twists with guilt.
"We could always cast a few spells, or slip him a few potions, then we could know if he ever did."
"We can't. It would be wrong."
"What if it made him safer?"
"It's an invasion of his privacy."
"His safety comes first."
"I suppose." Another sigh. "What should we use?"
"A Sui Cognitione Nocentibus, I think." A Sui Congi-what?
"Spell version or potion version?"
"Potion. It'll be easier."
"I still think it's wrong."
"It'll keep him safe."
"I suppose…"
"We have to."
"Ok. We'll have to slip it into a drink, or something."
"Seems like a good idea. Mix it with a Perducat Somnus. An Adducere Dormiunt would react."
"I know. I'm a shaman too, you know."