The Queen waited patiently for the General to move closer. As he set himself in a place and position where she could see the wound more clearly, the Queen took a close look at it. The howl of the wolf made her lift her head and look around, but her eyes seemed as calm as usual. Leaving the cloth aside, the Queen waited for the General's answer and nodded.<br/><br/>Her eyes met his, and she seemed to evaluate his expression. She could see the pain in his eyes, and how he had abruptly stopped speaking. A moment of silence followed as the Queen looked at both sides of the wound. "You are lucky, General. It seems pretty clean. On the other hand, I believe this will be extremely painful." One of her hands took one of his and laid it on her own thigh. The Queen didn't even blink or blush, seemingly doing it in a completely innocent fashion. "Do not fear to cause me pain, General. You may grip as hard as needed", she murmured, before feeling the lower part of the wound.<br/><br/>For the next few minutes, the Queen would keep silent as she moved with extreme caution to remove the piece of arrow still in the General's leg causing the least possible amount of pain. Every time she notice the bleeding was at worrying levels, the Queen would stop and pull a piece of her own dress, pressing it against the area until the bleeding subsided.<br/><br/>Only after finishing would she speak, while with yet another cloth ripped from her dress she tied the wound tightly. "Now you rest, General. I shall stay awake and keep watch. It is an order, General."