The Floodlands I'm with the band.

She wavered in and out of blackness, dimly noticing when another, and then another, joined the scene.  On some level she registered that it hurt when Quixote put pressure on the wounds, but it was distant enough that there was no reaction to it.

It was kinda nice, actually, this feeling of floating. Towhee's weight being settled on her brought a kind of instinctual comfort when she noticed it, and then she didn't know anything for a while.

The next time she came to, it was presumably while they were working on cleaning and treating the slashes.  The moment the pain registered, she jerked away, but only really succeeded in flinching and likely screwing with the healers' focus at the moment.  "Bloody hell," she hissed, lowering her head again as the world tilted sideways alarmingly.  She closed her eyes, but her mind felt clearer now.  Next time she needed to mind her own damn business and walk away... otherwise Smokestep was gonna end up havin to find a new first mate, because one of these days, her luck was going to run out.

i wasn't sure what timeframe you wanted kat so I just kinda did a bridger!