"And do you be having alcohol Peter?" She looked up at him, face blank. But honestly she had never known you were supposed to put alcohol on wounds and she had grown up in a tavern. She couldn't imagine putting mead on an injured leg.

She nodded at his promise to not tell Tony. That was good. She didn't want Tony to know she was injured, he would get scrunch faced and probably stop her from fighting any more.

She unscrewed the top from the water and began pouring it over the leg. After a moment her bod went rigid with pain as the emptiness shattered into pieces around her. She had held on to it as long as she could but no the pain flooded her and she gritted her teeth, trying to force her hands steady as she poured over the rest of the water.