"W-wargs..."
With a groan, Gwyn struggled to sit up. Then she remembered. With a snort of disgust Gwyn pulled her body up, regardless of her aching back and arm. The bleeding had stopped, and wordlessly Gwyn began to dress the wound. How could she have been so stupid to let the Warg injure her? Out of the corner of her eye, Gwyn surveyed her comrades. What they must think of her, now that she had proved useless.
Gwyn stood up, wobbling slightly, but she held herself up by Jael's reigns.
"I am ready to move on now." Gwyn told Bulvard, coolly taking control of her horse. "I am quite well." she added, lying through her teeth. She still had quite a lot to prove, after all, and she could not accomplish anything lying ill on the grass. Painfully she mounted Jael and gazed rather defiantly at her friends, grateful as she was for their concerns.
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