The words about Kendalf shimmered in Zendedari's mind. Kendalf was a very dangerous man.
"I remember little of my past," he admitted softly. "Perhaps it would be better for all of us if Caitlin and I kept to ourselves. I am well aware I am unstable, and I would not want anyone to get hurt."
Caitlin turned in his arms to face the others. "We appreciate your help. It's just that this is all so new to both of us."
Kendalf's silver eyes studied her pale face, seeming to look right through her into her soul. "You are a doctor?"
Caitlin shivered. The healer's voice was incredibly compelling. The man had far too much power. "Yes, I'm a surgeon."
A smile curved the healer's sensual mouth. He was charismatic, but she was well aware that his silver eyes had not warmed in the least. They were cool and watchful.
"You are very good. Our kind do not respond well to human healing. But Zendedari was healing despite the odds against it. We are all indebted to you." He said.
