Susan tried to push away the pain as she held her broken arm towards her body. She should have known better than to let herself get too confident, but her luck had to run out at some time.
Thoughts of Ogden being dead were certainly enough to keep her mind preoccupied and away from the pain. It was difficult to fathom. She thought she could get used to it after all this time, but it seemed that death was just taking more and more people away every day. It was no longer a case of anyone dying in their beds of extreme old age, or even magical catastrophe. It was death in a useless bloody war.
She looked up at the sound of her name and saw Cass. He was bandaged, and a little bruised, but he looked fine. She tried to smile, and managed it through her pain. "I'll live, although a pain potion might help right about now. How about you?" She was asking more about his mental health, which for most of them was likely to be more fragile after battle.