"Okay," Beverly says, though everything about her voice and her expression suggest that it really, really isn't. Nothing about this is okay. It hasn't been since they first woke up here, though she knows that isn't Jamie's fault and that he didn't want this either. He's the one whose hand is gone, and the sight of where it used to be and all the blood still threatens to make her sick, but she needs to keep it together long enough to help Jamie and stop or at least slow the bleeding. She should be good at that. She's used to burying her feelings. Given the circumstances, though, it's so much harder than usual.

Her hands tremble as she unties and removes Jamie's deerskin belt, then gingerly reaches for his arm. There's so much blood on her already; it's only going to get worse. "This is probably going to hurt," she warns, as if he doesn't know that already, blinking back tears. It has to be done, though, so carefully, but tightly, she starts to wind it around his arm.