"I mean, you're fastidious as a cat, usually," the young woman says, put on the spot. She's noticed that he is shirtless and caught a couple of glances as he's shifted the blanket around, enough to reassure herself that he's bruised but everything seems to be in the right place. Past that she's just carefully not staring. It's hard to know how to treat The Boy but she knows she shouldn't ogle him when he's beat up and exhausted. "...We could just bring a bucket of hot water to the infirmary though?"

In her corner Lashan is complaining some more. Someone has told her she's getting taken to the temple. "I am not that badly off! Just drop me at my loft and I'll come let children poke at me in the morning."

"You're not climbing into that drafty loft with this knee," someone tells her. "It's the infirmary or the temple, Sister, they'll both be warm and dry."