When he asked if he could look at her wound, she shifted so her back faced him and he could see the broken shaft of the arrow protruding out of her flesh.  "Go ahead."  She said softly.  Audra did not know if treating the wound was better or not.  The curse was still active as far as she knew and she may die of her injuries no matter what they did.  A soft chuckle escaped her lips as he remarked that the wound was not that bad.  She knew what arrows did to flesh and though she was lucky to have not had the damned thing pierce a vital organ, she knew that there would be pain, and a lot of it, as they tried to mend the wound.<br/><br/>"You are not a very good liar."  She looked over her shoulder, carefully, and there was a hint of a smile on her lips as she did.  "I can feel it wedged in, even if I cannot see it.  It's going to hurt like the fires of hell."<br/><br/>Audra gently stood, still clutching his cloak around her bare body and got a belt made of good leather from a hook on the wall.  It had belonged to her father, but he would no longer have any need of it.  He had been one of the first to surrender to the effects of the curse after getting into a bloody battle with a bear over an elk carcass.  Her father had wanted to feed his family, but bears claws cut deep and wide.  He had barely survived more than a few hours before his injuries claimed him.<br/><br/>She returned to the cot and readied the belt, bringing it up to her mouth.  "I've suffered worse pains before, so please, do what needs to be done."  Her tone was calm, but expectant.  If he hesitated or paused if she cried out, he might make the wound much worse.  The best thing for her would be a clean pull, exiting the arrow the way it had entered, quick and swift.<br/><br/>Audra bit down on the leather belt and tried to ready herself mentally for the pain that was about to come.<br/><br/>Unbeknownst to either of them, they were not alone.  Outside the small cottage, upon the windowsill, a large, black raven watched the two of them with an odd expression.  At least, it was an odd expression for a bird.  Ravens were generally more concerned with other animals and paid little mind to humans, but this one stared intently at the couple in the small house.