Maximus made no complaint as Wyatt fussed over him (knew he wouldn't hear the end of it if he did, so better just to roll with it), even leaning in so that Wyatt could smear the gel over the cut on his cheek.

It was one of the spears that had broken. He pulled it free of his bag as Wyatt worked and found it had split in two. He sighed, and tossed the blunt end away, replacing the sharp one.

At least the breaking sound hadn't been a bone.

"Did it cut you?" He asked.