"Will we?" A brow rose in question as he teased. "The little men told me I would be here for at least a week, if not longer, it is a matter of how well I am healing."
Raising his arm he glanced at the wound. "I was told he nicked my lung with his blade. That is what they would like to see heal before I am to get up." It was odd to have that all described to him in song. Yet now it was entertaining to recall.