Thomas caught her arm and held her up. She tried to pull away from his touch, but she stumbled against the battlements and nearly fell over. Thomas caught her arm again and began steering her toward the door. She put a hand to the back of her head. It came away speckled with red. “I’m bleeding.”
“I see,” said Thomas. “I’m just surprised it isn’t broken.”
“Proof George isn’t the only one in the family with a thick skull,” She leaned forward again, clutching at the back of her head. “By the Four, it hurts.”
Thomas held tightly to her arm. “Do you need help standing?”
“I think I do,” said Eileen, her voice small. “I’m cold, too.”
“We’ll get warm,” Thomas promised. “We’ll get inside and get you fixed up.”
“Go slowly, all right?”
Thomas spotted a page on the way through the castle and se
