60.5

Mora staggers but doesn’t fall despite the painful wound. You move toward her, hesitant to suggest she needs help, but the Elder reaches over and grabs your shoulder for support.

“It’s bad,” she growls. As she leans on you, you help her to the ground. She looks at the injury and grimaces. “I think I’ll need to let you patch me up before we go anywhere.”

End the day.