snort

if she'd dozed awhile. The light gave no color yet. She nudged Saben with her toe; he gave a sort of gasping snort and sat up.
"What?"
"Dawn. We should be going soon." Canna had not wakened. They both looked at her. "Do you think she'll be all right?" asked Paks softly.
Saben frowned. "Not all right. But it wasn't a deep wound—I think—"
"We need her."
"Yes, but we're no surgeons."
"I wonder if that—Effa said St. Gird healed people. Canna's a Girdsman. Maybe he'll heal her."
"If he does. But if he can, why not just do it? Already?"
"I don't know. .