“I can see that.” Lambert may have limited medical capacity compared to other members of the carnival, but a broken arm is at least a refreshingly straightforward injury. He recognizes her skittishness at the sight of the horse, but with one crisis or another on the horizon, no doubt something else will freak her out, so rather than waste the effort on words that would ultimately be false reassurance, he speaks briskly, tugging the feather blade out of his belt to begin cutting strips off his robe to use as a makeshift sling.

“We need to stabilize this, and then we need to get you somewhere safer. Do you know how to ride?”