Nothing, but to look out for your injury.

Common humanity demands that your wound be dressed.

Is it a serious hurt ?" "Not compared with the hurt you are inflicting, in banishing me from the Flying Legion!" "Come, madam, refrain from extravagant speeches! What is your wound ?" "A clean shot through the left arm, I think, a little below the shoulder." "I realize, of course, that to have Dr.Lombardo dress it would reveal your sex.

Could you in any way manage the dressing, yourself ?" "If given antiseptics and bandages, yes." "They shall be furnished, also a stateroom." "That will excite comment." "It may," the Master answered, "but there is no other way.

I will manage everything privately, myself.