No no no, this is awful, how did this happen? Greta rests her other hand against the Balladeer's back, hoping to offer some small comfort. He's trembling, she can feel it plainly, and a sudden swell of protective fury rises within her. Her child isn't here, but her instinctive desire to keep him safe is quick enough to attach itself to the Balladeer, instead. She rounds on Sara Jane, holding her bloody hand out like a ward. "Stay away from him!" she barks, with such force that she's distantly surprised with herself.

Well, there's no time for embarrassment. She tears at the hem of her skirt, removing a wide strip of cloth and folding it over itself several times into an impromptu bandage. "It's all right," she insists in an unsteady undertone, tugging off the scarf. "Look, we can bind it." That will work, right? It has to.