Shadow couldn't help but feel jealous that Keman was leaving to do something. It was childish especially considering the fact that had any of them been as injured as he was Shadow would have been the first person to take them to the infirmary. But, he was the one who was injured and it just seemed to cement Valyn's earlier argument that going outside of a room was something akin to suicide.

He let Shana help him to his feet but he shrugged off Valyn's shoulder. "I can walk," he said sourly. "And I'll be fine. It's just a scratch."

Shadow knew it was more then just a scratch. He knew that his pale face and the slight wobble in his step told more about his condition then he would have liked. Still, even though he knew all of this, rational Shadow had gone bye-bye and in his place was a petulant, irritable boy who hated having his brilliant plans dashed.

"And don't say I told you so," he snapped at Valyn as they walked down the hall. "I'm in no mood to hear it."