Caroline scowled at the healer, then looked at Elaeria. "A McArthur is not carried. She walks." With that, she pushed herself to her feet, using her new bow for support. "The wound is mostly cosmetic, there's very little muscle damage. The only danger it poses is bleeding to death, and as long as it's bandaged I should be fine." Using the surprisingly sturdy bow as a walking stick now, she walked toward the door. Passing Elaeria, she said quietly, "I won't be much use in battle, but I refuse to become a burden. If the best I can do is not enough, then I will do better. If my honor matters even a little, don't order me otherwise."