"Yeah. She'll be fine," Rory says, nodding. Mostly cosmetic cuts, and a broken arm. But she's been splinted and kids have a rather brilliant way of recuperating quicker than most.

"Right now I'm more concerned about you."

He lifts the bottom lapel of his waistcoat to start with, feels his way across Sho's ribs with care, assessing the damage. It's not good, but it could be worse and for that Rory's grateful.

"On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?"