Bjarkë and Frang went down to the exercise grounds, gathering up the dropped weapons and helm. Cyrus McTeague was there, hat in hand and asked if Ailene was well.

"She's conscious and awake," Frang offered, "and needs to stay that way until tomorrow morning, by her own admission. We'll be staying up with her, speaking with her, making sure she doesn't fall asleep."

"If you need my missus or me to take a turn with her," Cyrus said, "we'd be glad to help in any way. She's a bonny lass and we wish her well."

"Thank you, Mr. McTeague. I think we have it covered, but we'll keep your offer...