[Quiet Man Cometh]

"Was it really a miracle or are you being generous?" Godiva says as she sees the wound properly. "She must be a very skilled healer, and you are no frail woman to survive that, even with help."

Godiva traces the scar with her hand but does not touch the skin, but draws her hand back after Astra's comment about her strength, and takes a close look at her gauntlet.

"I think we both left at least one advantage in play, but I won't begrudge you the choice. Perhaps it was lucky I couldn't get a proper hit on you." Godiva considers asking if they could ask the armourers to fashion a brace or plate to cover the wound further, to avoid risk of collapse on the field, but holds her thought. She would not want to be thought less of for a wound that clearly has been around a while. If she needed help, she would have gotten it by now.