Glancing down reflexively, Granby stretched it before he nodded. The bandages were still white and there was little pain, meaning he hadn't torn stitches or overstretched him.

"My shoulder is fine, Will," he said, gently, rolling to the side to rummage in the drawer for something that he'd stashed there what felt like weeks ago. "Trousers. If you please."

The look on Laurence's face was making it particularly hard to think.