Saturday twists and bends, testing the bandages.

"Should oughta work," she declares. "Wish my crew was here. We got a proper healer, you know," she wiggles her fingers in demonstration. "Magic hands."

Then she remember she doesn't want to look ungrateful.

"Not complaining or nothin', just really miss my people. You did a great job."

It just should have been someone else fussing at her, and that knowledge is like a little icy thorn in her heart.