Monika looked up at Cassius, still crouched over her apparatus, cleaning and stowing them. She stood up, washing her hands off on a damp cloth. [i]Witch? I guess there's no harm in letting him think that,[/i] She thought. 

"He- he seems strong," she said, "maybe a month until he's fully healed, if there are no complications. He's lucky he's not... dead yet," she said. She shivered after a moment, seeming to zone out. Her gaze unfocused, and her face blank, hands slowing down with the cleaning of her hands. [i]What if... where...[/i]

She shook her head. "I- I'm sorry. Where are we taking him to rest? And who are you?" She said quickly, almost as if she were making up for her silence.