His comment just about destroyed her, and she grit her teeth in hopes to hide the pain. They had marched this far not in vain, and not in doubt. And when she hoped for courage, all she found was the same questions, the same fear.
Angrily she looked away, down at his wound and glaring. She noticed the blood had stopped. And that made her sigh with some relief. But she ignored his question, his concern and fixated on his wound care, a clean clothe now produced as she worked at wiping off the drying blood.