Leaning heavily on the neck of her horse, the dark-haired woman just makes it to the healing tent.

"I have a bit of a scratch, if you don't mind," Nessa attempts to joke about the gash on her left calf. "And if Liadan, my wolf-hound, will allow you to come near - we've both had a bit of a battle with a boar in the maze."

Whistling through the pain, Nessa attempts to call Liadan closer. The wolf is busy licking her wounds and casts a dark eye against the tent. She has never been a creature accustomed to being indoors and that tent is unappealing.

Nessa notices for the first time that there is a man in much greater need than she, currently getting help from the healer.

"Good goddess," Nessa murmurs as she slumps to the floor, "I can wait."