It wasn't hard to see that he was panicking too, she could hear it in the way he said her name. When he placed the shirt to her shoulder, tears indeed filled her eyes again, but not out of pain. "I can't..." Despite the numbness, she tried to move her arm as he'd asked her to. First, her fingers, which worked perfectly, then up to her elbow, also fine. Her breathing quickened, though, when she tried to move the entire thing. It was strange, to know that something should hurt more than anything you've ever felt, and yet it does not.
It was her panic that was causing the tears, and then the pain in her ribs from the panicked breathing. She'd been through this before and knew they were bruised, but that was the least of her worries. What was foremost on Kiara's mind was whether she would ever be able to shoot an arrow again. What would she do if she could not? What if her arm never healed the way it was?
What if the marriage fell through because of this? Her panicked eyes once again met his as she managed to get out, "We can't stop. Ostus. We need to get to Berinike. You can't tell anyone about this. Please." She reached her good arm to him, barely even remembering where it had been in the first place. "Please. This could ruin everything. I don't need a doctor. We just need to get there soon. Fix me up. Wrap it. I don't know. Just make it so I won't die, and let's go."
She was exhausted, more so than she'd ever been, and yet she needed to do this. If this fell through, more people than just these two would die. That was what Kiara needed to focus on. Her people, her soldiers. Ostus. If she didn't go through with this, he would be sent back to war. Her head fell onto his shoulder again as she spoke quietly. "We need to get there. I need to get there. As my thank you... To everyone... to you..."