"There's a nasty bruise on her head," Kaine answered, "But she's still breathing."

If nothing else the outlook was positive, though it was possible she might have banged it in just the wrong way - internal bleeding or something breaking in there, those were things that none of them could hope to fix right now. But all of this was an exercise in taking things slowly, so she'd take the victory and leave it at that.

She eyed his new wound somewhat guiltily, but refrained from saying anything. Bert could handle himself and he didn't need her fussing over him, despite what every nagging voice in her head went on about. With her hands full Kaine relied on Excalibur to clear the few dogs that lingered near the shack's entrance, their numbers were far more manageable now - it was nothing that Roland and the rest of the gunslingers couldn't handle on their own.