"You have done lovely work." She moves to kiss him, a light press of lips. "Rest, and I'll fetch us some things to clean up and perhaps restore some energy."

More rags, more water, something herbal and resinous to help take away the smell of blood. And a fresh kilt for both of them, as the ones they have on are stained with blood.

On another trip, she brings more beer, along with some bread and dried dates.

The horrors of the afternoon have been cleaned away, wrapped up to be dealt with at a later date.