The smell of the fire wafted into his nose, reminding him of the smell of charred meat, something that he was craving at this moment. He was in no condition to hunt however, and he would have to fight the hunger. In fact his hunger was easy to forget as long as he focused on the pain in his upper leg. The pain, while not easy to forget, was at least subdued by looking at the Queen before him, bathed in firelight.<br/><br/>"I need to remove the wood, but carefully. If I simply pull it out it may cause me to bleed out." He contemplated asking for her help, but wasn't sure what she could possibly do. He grabbed a piece of his cloak, ripping a long strand of cloth, and tied it tightly at the top of his leg. "I'll be fine your highness. Get some sleep. I doubt the life you've led has taught you to care for wounds like this."