Optimal would be this never happening. Lucky is that it's your nose that's broken, and not your eye socket or skull. I tried to warn you about fights you couldn't win, Rita.

( she remembers the faint tickle of necromantic thanergy when palamedes had inspected her head after that first, humiliating death, only to assure her that the break in her skull was shockingly healed and —

noooope. not doing this. )

Okay, ( clarke abruptly announces, cutting off her own internal monologue. and holding up the two tightly rolled gauze strips. ) These are going to act like a splint for your cartilage. Lean in again and tilt your head up.