"This is terrible," she said in a pitiful sounding voice that made him wince for it sounded like she was envisioning his death.
"It's not as bad as it looks," he responded while leading her over to the tent.
Once they were inside the tent, she ushered him over to a stool and said, "Sit down, I'll get Gritzl to send for Glenda and get you the best medical treat this world has to offer."
"Fiona," he said, pleased with her fussing. "The wound is not deep, once we properly cleanse the area we can walk back to camp together. You know, I think you nag more than my mother over the stupidest of things."
"You…you, think I'm a nag," she sputtered.
Tempted to kick the stool right from under him and she would have done it if she wasn't worried she'd cause further injury. "Why you ungrateful-"
