Galen was waiting when the King returned. The summons he had received had been vague and sparse on details, but he was use to such messages. His time in the military had taught him that Orm was cautious about what was said over easily hacked communications. Galen had to assume that the lack of information in the call meant the King was bringing him something he did not wish to speak openly about. The secrecy had left the healer's hands a bit tied in terms of prepping for a possible emergency, but he could mobilize his own team of assistants to gather more specific supplies once he saw what he would be dealing with.

His expression did not change save for a subtle lifting of one brow when Orm arrived at the palace, his arms burdened with an unconscious woman. Absently inclining his head in a respectful bow Galen fell into step behind the King. Orm did not head for the medical wing as he had expected but turned towards his own chambers, and Galen felt his lips curl into a frown. Whoever the woman in his arms was the King clearly did not want her treated where others could see.

'I can already hear the rumors,' Galen thought to himself, following Orm into a room several doors down from the royal suites. He waited for him to set the woman down on the bed before approaching, looking her over with a critical gaze, all thoughts of potential scandals set aside. Gentle fingers eased open the fabric she was wrapped in, giving him his first glimpse at the raw, angry condition of her skin.

"What have you brought me, my liege?" he asked without glancing away from the patient.