Ilion swam back to the shore, glad when he felt ground beneath his feet.  He enjoyed swimming just fine, but he couldn’t move as fast in water as he could on land, and instinct told him to keep himself ready to defend against possible threats.  He didn’t think Urudal was one, not in their current arrangement.  That didn’t mean someone else hadn’t caught wind of a possible skirmish and were on their way to check it out.<br/><br/>“It’s fully equipped,” he said, shaking off the heavy feeling of his body as he waded out of the water.  “Stitches, you mean?  I can do that for you, if you’d like.  Just sit on that rock there,” he continued, motioning to the one Urudal had used earlier, “and I’ll patch you up.”  He’d thought about getting dry, and he’d decided that it didn’t matter.  He’d wait until evaporation did enough to allow him to dress.  Urudal would just have to do his best to behave until then.  “Face first, I think.  That’ll be the quicker job.”