"Well, whatever she did it's certainly closed now."

He sets down the wipes and begins to tape some gauze over the wound to keep it clean.

"And I'm sure you'll be fine, but if you aren't -- let me know, all right? Do you want some painkillers?"

Lancelot pauses with a hand on Faolan's arm, tilts his head as he leans around to catch his eyes.

"I haven't anything stronger than off the shelf, forgive me, but it's better than nothing if it still hurts."