There was an unspoken understanding between them; there was no pageantry in war. Not once you were in the thick of things. Both women were of a mind there was one face you wore for the generals and another for the people in trenches. Morwen willingly spent a lot of time in the trenches.

"Several-" Her eyes went bright with interest and she tapped a slender forefinger to her chin doing the mental math. Every bit the cat seeing the canary's cage door wide open.

"You weren't really paying me anyway," She shrugged, "But I would like a look at your arm....in private."

The last part was spoken through her teeth. Morwen could put on a show of civility when Nadia required it but staring down so many strange faces she wasn't exactly obtuse with her dislike of large crowds.