“Once my sword and my arm are good, I go.“

Same as it’s always been. He prods restlessly at the layers of linens protecting the dressing he applied to himself. The sharp pain had numbed, but it still had quite a bit of healing to do - by ordinary means, anyway.

“A place like this’s too quiet for me.”

He gets up to his feet and takes a look outside. The warmth of the fire was making his wounds burn.