Witch's Marsh broken arrows

He had been well aware of the pain his ministrations caused, of how she blacked out while he tended her, of the weakness that had entered her. It was all expected; it was shock, it was blood loss. She needed time to recover. He could not see her cry, but he sensed the somberness in the quiet between them; or perhaps he was simply reliving his own emotions, thrust back to the time when he was in a situation not so different from hers. It was several minutes before he broke the silence as he sat with her. "A bear took my eye," he murmured. "I had to take the other one out. It was going to kill me. It was sick."