The response to such news is merely 'mmn'. It could have been much worse, then, with the shaft snapped as it was, Brigham wasn't sure if he'd perhaps been fighting and traveling the afternoon with the wound. Few normal men could do such a thing without pure fighting instinct fueling them the entire time. (Brigham had seen it, though, and he hadn't gotten used to it yet. In Markham, he eased the passing of their oldest Enchanters and saw to illnesses and the occasional self-inflicted magic wound. He had never seen battle before the rebellion.)

"Could be worse," Brigham affirms. He inspects the tunic, though decides its too meddlesome to try and hold up or work around. "Your tunic needs to be removed," he says, matter-of-fact, but waits just a moment to see if Daithi prefers remove the armor himself - mostly given that the man had already walked all this way and didn't seem too worse for wear.