"Name's Arna. I'm a woods witch and your crow brother asked me to check on your wounds." She visibly panicked at the motion of someone seeing her scarred body. The old woman, however, patted her arm soothingly. "Don't worry too much. You're healing very fast and nice. Your crow brother will take care of whoever did this to you. The last man who crossed him will not get up from the bed for a fortnight after your brother trashed him in a fight." The woods witch finished with a happy cackle.