[ Peggy, to her credit, keeps the bewilderment she feels from her expression. Witches? Swords? Good God. She's all for keeping an open mind to the people and things she'll encounter in this new life but the stuff straight out of fairytales is a little difficult to swallow — never mind that she's already met time travellers and the like. And to his credit, he does have a sword on him. Which might prove useful out here, only... ]

I see. [ Noncommittal. ] Well, it's probably best you don't swing that sword around just yet. It'll just aggravate your injury. [ She toys with the idea of stitching it up, but as she rummages in that kit with one hand, she stumbles across skin glue. A woman from the 1940s wouldn't have encountered such a thing in her time, but she can figure it out easily enough. ] That said, I might be able to do you one better than simply wrapping this up and calling it a day.