Sierra released her grip on Ida's hand, knowing full well she was in no position to reject help. She would be kidding herself if she thought she could continue to patch herself up.
"This is going to hurt," Ida warned as she prepared the needle and thread in her hands.
Sierra found a piece of rag and bit down on it before giving Ida the go-ahead to begin. In an attempt to keep herself distracted, she kept herself talking.
"How… how did you find me?"
Ida pursed her lips. Her eyes darted side to side as she tried to piece together an answer.
"His Majesty told me," Ida finally said.
Silence hung in the air for a minute as Ida continued to sew the wound. Sierra was beginning to be a little delirious. She had lost quite a bit of blood and at first, she thought she had heard it wrong.
"Alistair told you?" She echoed her words.
Ida nodded.
"How?"
"What?"
"How did he know?"
Ida bit her lip.
