"Fending off civilians is no praiseworthy task," Blackthorn said.
"And that wound on your shoulder," Oliver said, pointing to it. "You had promised that it was not deep, did you not?"
"It caught on my armour, and the blood has already stopped. That is evidence enough," Lasha said.
"I'll send Nila to check on it. It'll be her that you have to prove it to," Oliver said. "You know how she is – you won't be able to get away with it, if it's any deeper than you've said it to be."
"You really need not go that far—"
"I could say the same to you. Look after yourself, Lasha. There's no need to be so reckless," Oliver said. "It brings me no joy to see you injured under my command."
"For you of all people to admonish me about recklessness," Lasha sighed.
"I have no idea what you mean," Oliver grinned. "Come on then," he said, turning on his heel. "We'll go and see if we can find her."
"Oliver," Lasha called.