"They'll be fine," Mary continued with a frown. "You should worry about yourself."
Mary watched Moody, as if he were going to figure it out at any moment. His nose was nearly crooked and there was no eye behind his heavy bandages. She chewed at her lip nervously.
Mary half-grinned at the question. "Not too long," she lied. It was best to lie in a situation like this. "Don't worry about me."