That doesn't seem possible. Or maybe the guard jay likes to snap. "Who brought you-"

"You can tell as well as I that he's telling you the truth, Galen." It's Dove's turn to interrupt, and while the tone is stern and full of authority, there's still a hesitancy deep in those bright amber eyes. "... and I won't have him bleeding out on my stairs. Move him to the infirmary and I'll handle this."

Something seems to have clicked in her mind, and despite the confused -- and some obviously disapproving-- looks from her elders, two soldiers give her their full attention... but hesitate. There's chatter about her, some of them recommending she not take such a hasty approach, and others suggesting which infirmary to visit. She's quick to dispel it all, her eyes never leaving the stranger. "The Royal infirmary. I want him close-by... and guarded."

From anyone getting to him? From him getting out and causing issues? ....for her own council's comfort?

She narrows her eyes. "That was an order," she tells them coolly, sternly but... perhaps not quite as used to her power as she should be.