Frodo stiffened under her hands. He cared little for how she had held him in place, like a bird that was expected to escape and not a hobbit. Her hands were strong too, gripping his neck surprisingly and prodding at the wound with the other.

A flash of pain streaked down his arm and through his chest when she poked round the wound. The hobbit's face looked strained. "It may have been two weeks or so, but it has been hard to keep track of time."