I gave the old woman a few little tweaks, just to make things easier for her. She was too sharp to do more than background things, because she would call me out on them when she felt the changes. I'd have to let the music do a better job of things and then I could sneak in more things to fix her.

First up, Willas Tyrell. I was brought into a ground floor set of rooms that were appointed for a king, only he was barely a teenager. He had several attendants around him, giving him different things like small bits of fruit, wiping at the sweat on his face, and the Maester stood off to the side with something called Milk of the Poppy in his hands.

It was a substance that maesters brewed as a painkiller when used in smaller doses. It did actually work; but, it was made from the poppy flower and that was an opiate, or a highly addictive drug. It caused weakness, clouded your mind, made you sleep a lot, and you are very talkative while being delirious.

In higher does, it will knock you out. Maesters usually did that to have emergency surgery performed, assuming the patient didn't need to be awake for it. There was also a much higher chance to become addicted to it. I didn't want that to happen, so I needed to do some damage control. The best way to do that? Some comedy. Hopefully. I'd have to play it straight and hope for the best.

“Give my grandson some breathing room.” Olenna ordered and several soft gasps came from the women and they all hopped back. The look of relief on his face let me know he appreciated his grandmother's order. Too much mothering was stifling. The only one that didn't retreat was the woman that looked like a younger version of Olenna, even with her long silver hair.

“Hello, mother.” Alerie Tyrell said as she dabbed her son's brow. She lifted her head from gazing lovingly at her son's face and looked surprised when she saw me. “Mother? What brings you here again so soon after your last visit?”

“I've met a very interesting young man I've taken a liking to.” Olenna said quite suggestively as she pat my arm. All of the women let out surprised sounds and Olenna and Alerie let out similar laughs at their reaction.

“You honor me again, Lady Olenna.” I said and made my face flush red, helping them with their teasing by pretending to be embarrassed about it.

Even Willas let out a laugh at the scandal that could be and both Olenna and Alerie gave him warm looks full of love. That let me know they would do or say anything to put a smile on the young man's face and I knew my plan to play it straight with some comic undertones was a good one.

After a short explanation of who I was, how I came to be there, and that I wanted to become a citizen of their lands, everyone relaxed and didn't object to me being there. Despite how Olenna acted as soon as she saw how crowded the room was, by asking the women to give her grandson some room, she didn't ask any of them to leave.

Willas looked like he was in a lot of pain, though. He tried to hide it from everyone, probably because he didn't want to indulge in what the maester had in his hands. I wasn't going to let him continue to suffer like he was and needed to get to work on him.

“I think it's time to get your examination underway.” I said and all talking stopped in the room.

“Excuse me?” Alerie asked, her eyes wide.

“I'm from the North. We've had a lot of people fall from horses, thanks to all the snow and ice hiding all the little divots and things in the roads and the fields.” I said and a few of the women nodded, as did the maester. I walked around the bed to the same side she was on, where his crushed leg was. “I've seen Maester Luwin set bones and splint things to keep it steady to heal them.”

“This is more than a simple break, boy.” Olenna said.

I gave her a smile. “I know. By the way his foot is twisted, even though I wasn't there to see it, I can tell he fell from his horse, his foot caught in the stirrup, and he pulled the horse down onto his leg.”

Everyone in the room stared at me, especially the maester.

“Since that alone wasn't bad enough for him, the horse must have panicked and rolled around and scrambled to its feet, grinding the freshly broken bones into smaller broken bones. He might have even been stepped on once or twice.” I continued.

The maester and Alerie nodded, the surprise on their faces fading into interest.

“Now, this is going to hurt as I unwrap it and check you over.” I said to Willas, whom immediately turned to look at the maester. “No, you need to be awake for this. If I can't see your reactions, I won't know where it hurts or what to concentrate on.”

“You are not going to make my boy scream in pain.” Alerie said as she stood to glare at me.

“Of course not. I have just the thing for him to keep his wits and also make him not care about the pain.” I said and pulled the burlap sack off of my back.

Everyone looked surprised when it appeared and realized it had always been there, only they didn't notice it. I set it on the edge of the bed and opened it, then reached in and pulled out a nice hat. I handed it to his mother and reached back into the bag. The looks on the faces of the midwifes was priceless as I handed out a spade, a tiny dress the size for a doll, a stuffed toy wolf, a training sword, and a small painting of Winterfell.

“Oh! So that's where Arya put it.” I said and pulled out the huge watermelon we got from the farm along the road. I glanced around and all of the women around the room all held something, except for Olenna, so I shrugged and placed the heavy thing on Willas' chest. “Hold that for me.”

“Oof.” Willas let out and gripped the thing with both hands to stop it from rolling off of him.

“NO!” All the women gasped at what I just did.

“What? I'm not going to treat him differently just because he's stuck in a bed.” I said and saw the young man looked both grateful and on the verge of laughter at my antics. I figured that was enough comedy and reached into the burlap sack one last time and pulled out a small clear bottle. “Here it is.”

“What is that?” The maester, Olenna, and Alerie asked at the same time.

“It's something like distilled milk of the poppy, only with the side effects removed.” I said and tried to hand it to Willas to drink, only his hands were occupied. “Right, just a second.” I said and handed the bottle to Olenna instead and then picked up the watermelon and dropped it back into the burlap bag. No one noticed that the bed didn't bounce like it should have.

Olenna uncorked the vial and smelled it. “It doesn't smell like poppies.”

It was actually a mix of pain relief potion and viritaserum, or truth potion. It gave the same effects as the milk of the poppy and wasn't addictive at all. There was only a light vanilla smell and there was no taste, either. The mix of magic and Panacea's powers was totally broken.

“You can try it if you want. It's not in any way harmful.” I said and turned to the woman with the painting. She handed it over and I put it back in the bag. When I turned to the woman holding the toy wolf, she hugged it instead. I smiled slightly and shrugged before I turned to the other midwifes, then the spade, the tiny dress, and the training sword were handed back without a problem. I let Alerie keep the hat because it looked good on her head.

I closed up the burlap sack and hung it on my back again, then turned to see the maester take a sip from the vial and he let out a relieved sigh. Alerie took a sip next and she let out a sigh as well and smiled as she handed it back to Olenna, whom stared at both of them to see if there really were no side effects.

“How do you feel?” Olenna asked her daughter.

“Almost the same, except my hand isn't cramped from constantly petting my adorable son that everyone loves as much as I do.” Alerie said and her eyes widened slightly. “Why did I say that?”

“It's one of the benefits of the milk of the poppy. Being able to freely talk about your inner thoughts without worry.” The maester answered right away.

“Were you disappointed I couldn't make the Council of Maesters meeting three days ago?” I asked, just to test that.

“No, your talent for reading Old Valarian doesn't interest me. I did enjoy finally meeting my fellows that I hadn't seen since my learning days.” He responded.

“What if I said I could play every musical instrument and can sing really well?” I asked.

The man shrugged. “Music I can take or leave. It doesn't affect my work either way.”

Unlike him, every woman in the room gave me very pointed looks, especially Olenna. Playing a single instrument was an achievement. Playing all of them and being able to sing? It was unheard of. I did not tell them I knew about many other instruments that they didn't know of and I could play them, too.

“Lady Olenna? If you would.” I said and motioned to Willas. “Half a vial should be enough. It won't take long for me to check him over if he doesn't feel any pain while I poke at him.”

Olenna walked around the bed and looked down at her grandson as she smiled at him. “Do you want to try this unknown concoction that could possibly help you?”

“If it will dull the pain for even a few minutes, I'd take anything.” Willas said and his eyes went to the maester. “Almost anything.”

“Very well.” Olenna said, knowing he didn't want to be knocked out or delirious. She tipped half of what was left in the small bottle into his mouth.

To everyone's surprise, Willas immediately relaxed as all the coiled tension left his body and he gave her a huge smile. You could almost feel how grateful he was to not be in pain anymore.

“How do you feel?” Alerie asked and pet his head.

“I feel like I could fly and I don't feel my crushed leg at all.” Willas answered, truthfully.

“Then I'll start.” I said and reached for the bandages and felt a strong hand grip my arm from across the bed to stop me. I turned my head to look right into Olenna's eyes and easily saw why she had the reputation that she did.

“If you hurt him, you won't live a minute past it.” Olenna warned me.

“I love you too, Grand-mama.” Willas said and several people gasped.

“He... he hasn't called you that since he was little more than a babe.” Alerie whispered.

“I didn't want to embarrass her in public.” Willas admitted. “She always has someone around her, so when I was old enough to realize how improper it was, I stopped.” He looked around the room and smiled at everyone. “Everyone in this room cares more about me than propriety, so I can say it without shame.”

Alerie leaned down to kiss his forehead and he beamed a smile at her. Olenna looked from his happy face to me.

“Have a sip if you want to say something you know you'd never say because of society's rules.” I suggested to her. I somehow knew she would never do that with so many witnesses around.

Olenna looked thoughtful as she let my arm go. “Hurry up with your work, Jon Snow.”

I chuckled at her avoiding the decision and started to unwrap the mangled foot and lower leg. It wasn't as bad as it could have been or the maesters would have amputated it. Willas let out an odd chuckle and perhaps a soft giggle as his wounds were revealed for all to see.

“Well, that looks disgusting.” I said and poked his severely bruised and floppy foot.

Willas laughed as most of the women gasped in horror at seeing me do that and at seeing his ankle was nearly completely crushed. “It really does look awful! Ha haha!”

“Get on with it!” Olenna spat at me.

“Please relax, Lady Olenna. He'll be pain free for quite some time with the dose you gave him.” I said and gently grasped his foot with both of my hands and started massaging it to move the bones into the right spots as I used Panacea's power to fix things under the surface. “The good news is he doesn't have an infection and it doesn't stink. The great news is none of the flesh is dying, so his blood flow isn't impeded and none of the bone pieces have broken the skin.”

The maester nodded. “It was the main reason we decided to keep the limb intact. Infection could have taken it after a short time and it would be better to suffer the loss and not the pain.”

I nodded back and used my powers as I moved my hands up to his ankle and I had to pretend to poke him especially hard to put the ankle bones back into place. Willas wiggled his body at the feeling and Olenna hissed at me for it. I gave her a knowing look before I finished putting his ankle to rights and I moved up to the calf of his leg. It was a mess, only it was not as big of a mess as it could have been.

“I'll need some small pieces of wood about a hand's breath long and two or three fingers wide, strips of cotton like the bandages, and an old pillow.” I said and the maester ran out of the room. By the time I reached the twisted knee with my massaging and I had set the bones back together and into their proper order, he returned with the things I needed. “Excellent. We'll brace the ankle first, since that's the weakest and most vulnerable part, then we'll secure the knee.”

The maester helped me as we did an excellent job doing just that, using the small pieces of wood and the cotton strips as splints, then I deftly reshaped the pillow to pack behind the calf and used more wood to keep the knee and ankle aligned and secured the whole thing with cotton strips. He could now rest his leg on the bed and it was fully supported without putting it into traction.

“After a week or two to let that set, and constantly checking and changing the bandages, I can come back and use one of the horse hoof tricks I know to give him a solid wrapping. Willas will be able to walk around without having to let it fully heal.” I said and everyone stared at me. “Don't worry, it works on lame horses and lets them learn to walk again. After another few weeks, the wrapping can be removed and he'll be fine.”

I didn't tell them I was lying and just didn't want them to think I was a miracle worker, even if some of them already thought that. Who knew that being competent would give people that impression?

The maester gave the leg an examining look, nodded, and smiled for the first time. “I would like a copy of that recipe for the distilled milk of the poppy.”

I held in my sigh at the man's thoughts of wanting to claim the achievement for himself. I also didn't correct him, since I said it was like distilled poppy, not that it was. “It won't do you any good. The special ingredients are hard to find and difficult to grow...” I paused and looked right at Olenna.

The old woman sucked in a sharp breath, because she knew I wanted a piece of land to build a house for myself and a few glasshouses where I could grow anything. If some of those things just happened to be the rare and special ingredients, she guessed this was the business proposition I had hinted about.

The maester sighed and nodded. “If you have any more of it, I would gladly add it to my own stock of remedies for House Tyrell's use.”

Again with trying to claim it as yours? I thought as I pointed at the small amount in the clear bottle in Olenna's hand. “There it is.”

The man was smart enough to not ask her for it, not with Willas right there. His thoughts to try and pull it apart and brew something similar, died a quick death. He was not getting it from Olenna, unless it was from her cold dead hands, and even then she might drink it to keep it safe.

“I'd suggest keeping the rest of that around Willas and make sure he's not in an excessive amount of pain when the dose he has wears off.” I said, a bit pointedly, and Olenna corked the potion and handed it to her daughter. He might actually need it, since I didn't fully heal him or fixed any of the bruising. If anything, it was the bruising that caused the most pain.

“Willas? How do you feel now?” His mother Alerie asked as she pet him again. The vial had disappeared into her cleavage and there was no way the maester was getting it now.

“It's so nice to not feel the pain anymore.” Willas said and tilted his head like a cat would to let her pet him easier. “I want to try walking and I won't, because I know a pillow is not strong enough to support my weight.”

“I would tackle you and tie you to the bed if you tried to get up after seeing what it looks like!” Alerie said with some anger, then she leaned down and gave his forehead and cheeks several kisses. “I love you to much to let you endanger yourself or hurt yourself again.”

Willas smiled widely again. “Thank you for caring so much for me, mother.”

“It's what mother's do.” Alerie said and kept petting him.

Willas looked around the room an smiled at all the midwifes. “All of you, too. I might complain about you crowding me, and it's a little smothering. However, I know you all mean well and you care about me as much as mother and Grand-mama does. So, thank you.”

Olenna walked around the bed and took my arm. “Are you sure it doesn't make a patient delirious?”

Willas laughed, as did his mother.

“No, it just compels complete honesty as it relieves the pain.” I said and reached out and lightly patted Willas on his good foot. “Stay in bed, let everyone take care of you, and get some sleep. Actual sleep I mean, and not unconsciousness.”

“I will.” Willas said and closed his eyes. He almost immediately fell asleep and started snoring softly.

“He must have been exhausted as he fought against the pain all this time.” Alerie whispered and her hand never stopped petting him. No wonder it had been sore before.

Olenna tugged on my arm and I waved at the midwifes and followed the old woman out of the crowded room. There were two young men waiting for us just in the hallway.

“Lady Olenna? Is Willas doing better?” A handsome teenager asked. He had long blond hair and was dressed even better than Margaery was.

“Loras...” Olenna started to say, then she closed her eyes and sighed. She opened her eyes and for the first time in a while, she smiled. “Willas is going to be fine.”

The dark haired teen beside him sighed with relief and slumped against the wall. “Thank the old gods and the new!”

“Yes, Garlan, I believe a brief visit to the godswood and then the Sept of the Seven is in order.” Olenna said and the two teens fell in behind us as we walked out into the castle grounds. Erryk joined us and our little procession followed the stone path to our first destination.