[She presses her lips together at his statement, knowing he's right. This is hardly the worst injury he's ever had. Hardly the worst injury any of them have ever had. Hell at this point she's pretty sure most of them have taken at least one bullet if not more. Pushing all her thoughts away -- because she certainly doesn't need to be getting lost in her head right now -- she sets to work. She retrieves the bullet, stitches him up, and bandages the injury with steady hands.]

All done.

[She glances up at him before rising to her feet and moving to get rid of the blood-soaked bandages, disposing of them in the garbage can and then washing her hands thoroughly. She's silent for a moment, considering carefully what she wants to say.]

Most of the Kingdom isn't ready for war. [It's why so few of them had come. She knows that the Hilltop isn't much better off.] Some of them are better prepared for it than others. [She turns to look at him.] I'll get them ready.