She wiped imaginary sweat from her brow, blowing out a false sigh of relief. "Down an arm, and a head injury? It would be so sad." Falina was happy that he was grinning, and not simply dismissing her. "How is your arm feeling?"
She canted her head toward Faer, who seemed caught off guard by her approach. Falina resolved not to bother him, knowing that he'd been injured too, but any friendly questioning could easily seem like prying. He was shy, and if he didn't want to talk, she understood. She had spent the last few weeks with Cormac, afterall.
"It's not getting infected right? Cause if it is, there are plenty of people here who could easily handle an amputation."