The surgeon shrugs. "He'll live, lest the rot set in. Most of the wounds are surface deep. Many shallow cuts. Plenty of bruises, too. His nose may be fractured." He crosses his arms and turns back to look over the captain.
Elya speaks up, voice flat. "I… I tried to stop him. I really did."
"What happened?" you ask her, but your focus remains on the injured form of Darin.
"The two guards outside my tent just… attacked me. They barged in. One put his hand over my mouth. They grabbed me, bound me, and… just carried me away." Elya gestures to Mira. "Mom tried. She drew a knife, but they just hit her. She fell. I tried to scream. To warn you… but…"