Ky grinned, glad to hear that. It'd been terribly hard for her to resist the urge to pick at them herself. It'd be nice to have that temptation removed. Not to mention it would feel like she was healed once they were finally gone.
Pratik heard something about stitches, and felt eyes on him, so he glanced down the table. He met eyes with Rickard and offered the slightest hint of a nod of acknowledgment. He wasn't particularly surprised that Ky had stitches. From the sounds of it, Nyler had come close. And he never pulled his blows. So she probably managed to block a pass at his neck, and it'd probably lodged the blade deep within her arm. Poor girl.
