Arthur's eyes widened and flashed red for a moment as Raven was stabbed. His instincts took over - he rushed over, yanked the sword out, picked her up and rushed her to the healers tent. Trance was unable to work because of his injuries, so Arthur had to operate himself. His face turned beet red as he undressed her for operation. He checked to see if her breathing was fine - it was, so it hadn't punctured a lung. That made things a lot easier. But it had fractured a bone - it would heal by itself, once the effects of the silver wore off, but in the meantime it would hurt like hell. He sewed her wound closed, rubbed salve on it and wrapped her torso. His face turned even more red as he undressed and checked the rest of her for any more injuries, and treated any scratches and burns he found. When he was done, he put a blanket on her and a warm waterskin on her forehead. He put tea over the fire, and turned to Trance. "The moment she wakes up, call me." he said, and then headed out.<br/><br/>Later that day, at about sunset, he and some other wolves gathered at a grave they had buried Jacob in earlier, and held a small ceremony. He didn't have much good to say about Jacob, so he didn't say anything. He gave everyone his condolences, and headed to his room and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, hoping Raven would wake up soon, if at all.<br/><br/>Sent from my SM-S820L using Tapatalk