"No, I'll do extra witchcraft. And don't tell me it's nothing - a fractured skull, a concussion, a bruise at the back of your head. I nearly considered putting a hole in your skull to ease the swelling," she huffed as she sat back.

"Broken ribs, internal bleeding. I stayed up half the night trying to put the worst of it to right, but I'm--" She hiccuped and took a breath to calm herself down. "I'm not a Healer. And I need you to cooperate if you want to recover without lasting damage. And I can't even promise you that."

Nina rubbed her forehead. She was still exhausted and she was hungry. Her free hand rested over her swelling belly and she made a little face as the baby kicked. They were hungry too, apparently.