Given the state of the turtle, Solomon supposed he should have expected that the Foreigners would be expected to actually participate in the war for which they'd been kidnapped. Even still, given his relative newness he'd still been surprised to be contacted for a mission.

Then again, perhaps that was why he'd been chosen.

Either way, it meant that he couldn't afford to let his leg heal naturally. It was healing well, to be sure, and with a minimum of stitches. Just not quickly enough for a mission. Which was why Solomon made his slow way back into the hospital two weeks after his first visit, leaning on a cane and glancing around. He caught one of the passing kedan.

"I'm looking for the white-haired healer in the red robe," he said.

"Healer Sage," said the kedan. "I'll have someone send her out at her convenience."

"Thank you." Solomon glanced about for a seat and took one against the wall to wait.