"My Lady, let's get you bandaged and get a poultice on, before it scars," Pauline said firmly.
"Will she be alright?" Amelia asked in worry, seeing the amount of red that now covered her coat.
"She'll be quite fine, I assure you," Verdant said. "Oliver would not have allowed her to get seriously injured."
"But he let her get injured anyway!" Amelia said pointedly, almost growling as she looked at Oliver.
"Would you rather I have jumped in, and prevented her from recovering her victory?" Oliver asked pointedly. "You would rather deny your Lady small hurts here, so that when she finds herself mixed up in something considerably more dangerous, she doesn't have the tools to deal with it?"
"No, but—" Amelia's eyes widened, as she desperately tried to refute what Oliver was getting at.
"That's enough, Ser Patrick," Lasha said firmly. "You as well, Amelia. It's only a scratch."
