“Impressive,” Crow grinned when Penelope explained that she had brought down and tied up two guards on her own. He wished he could have seen the looks on their faces when a ‘peasant girl’ attacked them and won. However, his smile faded as she reminded him of his own injury. Now that he was thinking about it again, he winced slightly at the sting of the arrowhead in his leg. He averted his gaze as she moved to check the severity of his wound. “Let’s just say I drew an archer out of hiding, but I didn’t think it through,” he fidgeted embarrassedly. “It’s not that deep. I just strained it a bit when I climbed up here.”

[color=fff79a][b]“Let’s get your wound dressed before we do anything else,”[/b][/color] Penelope said, causing him to shift his weight uncomfortably. He peered down at the far end of the hallway. It wasn’t a very safe place to stop and bandage a wound. If a knight happened to find them now, they would be completely exposed in the open corridor. He wanted to suggest that they look for a better place to dress his leg, but when he turned back to her, she was already unraveling the wrap on her own arm. Casting one more furtive glance down the hall, he sighed in resignation and moved to sit down against the wall so she could work on fixing up his injury.

“I can,” he nodded when she asked if he could get what was left of the arrow out of his leg. “I left enough of the shaft attached that it can still be pulled out.” He looked down at the arrow protruding from his leg, feeling sick at the sight of it. Now that he was out of the darkness, he could see that it had bled quite a bit more than he had thought. He wasn’t used to arrow wounds bleeding so much before the arrow was removed. Scaling the wall must have been harder on the wound than he had expected it to be.

Crow grasped the shaft with both hands and exhaled slowly, not looking forward to what was to come next. Pulling the arrow out was always the worst part. He closed his eyes and gave it a sharp tug, biting back a cry of pain so that it only came out as a soft whimper when the arrowhead came loose.

Once it was out of his body, he set it aside and pressed down on the remaining gash in his leg with his hands to slow the bleeding. “I’m ready for those bandages now,” he grimaced, looking up at Penelope.