“Yer armor-shirt helped some too, I wot,” she says, examining the sound with care. “It’s not as deep as it might have been. I’d feel better if Simon saw to it, or one of the healers, but that can wait till the morrow an’ye’d have it so.”

Susan looks up at him. “I could stitch it, but I’ve not a healer’s skill. Mayhap a good bandaging would be best for tonight.”