"You trained under a licensed physician?" Elara asked.
"Seven years," she said. "In the capital. Under Dr. Mehren, if the name means anything."
It did. Mehren's practice had a reputation she had encountered in the medical administration reports — one of the better private practitioners in the capital, known for training assistants with unusually high competency relative to their formal certification. "It means something," she said. "Your name?"
"Sana."
"Sana." She filed it. "The man inside — your work?"
"Yes."
"Good work."
Sana received this without visible reaction, which Elara found she appreciated.
She turned back to the elder woman. "What is your name?"
"Dari," the woman said.
