A little bit of the guilt lessened at that. Josephine smiled lightly, putting the glass flask aside carefully and listening as Raoul spoke. A simple nod at keeping last night a secret. She lowered the wet cloth near the wound in his side, but stopped short as he gasped in obvious pain. Her mind wheeled for a moment over what he said near the end. His father probably thought he had stabbed him through the heart, as she could tell it was a sword wound; but lucky for them the blade had not. However, there was no telling was damage might be done other than that. It could have easily paralyzed him if the sword had injured his spine, though she had seen no hint of that before when he had been drinking the water she offered. "We can worry of that later... right now, we need to heal you and get your strength back. The wound is deep, I can tell. But you must be quiet, and stay still, my dear. The more your strain yourself and use up your energy the more it might bleed."