Vella put Hans on a clinic cot after finding blood beneath the bandage he reopened near the grain shed.
He sat upright as she wrapped his leg, reading three bell sheets across his knees.
"If you stand before morning, I seal your trousers to the cot," Vella said, tightening the final wrap, "test me after I missed lunch."
"The trousers belong to your lord," Hans said without looking up from the eastern sheet, "ruin his property if it improves your mood."
Hajin entered with Juna, carrying the patrol order they had rewritten beside the northern grate. She pinned it above the clinic desk where every road lead collecting medicine would read it.
"A surrendering scout goes into a cell," Juna said, tapping the final line, "we hold them while the Flints are moving against us."
Hans read the order before looking toward Hajin, checking who expected him to object.
