It does hurt, but the end result is worth it. "Easy, Skellig," she tells him. "I'll be alright for a little while, you can rest. My shoulder can wait."

Her smile is wry. "So long as the arrow is in place, it won't bleed much if I'm careful, a fairly effective plug."

She moves both of them slowly to a chest, fishes out scraps of fabric, something that smells medicinally sharp, and a small bronze blade about the size of a pocketknife. "Good thing I drew some water from the well earlier, wouldn't want to try it now."