"I think they're pretty wedged in there, it's not exactly a Damocles situation." If the superflu and the avatar of God hadn't been able to get rid of her, she's pretty sure a ceiling sword isn't going to finish the job.

"Just relax, nobody's dead and it looks like you only hurt yourself." Nadine turns her attention to patching him up, wiping away the blood with a practiced hand and eyeing the cut before bandaging it with a fresh strip of sheet. "And you're lucky, these look like clean, straight cuts. And not deep enough to need stitches - I don't even know who we're supposed to talk to about serious injury."

Maybe that should be fixed. There's got to be healers or something, and likely any random mage or castle staff could point them out. That's something to figure out in the morning.