Colmarr seems to have done a fairly competent job with Grondar's head. His stitches are neat and precise. Afterwards, it occurs to him that a cleverly-applied mending spell could do for flesh what it does for other broken or torn items.
In Colmarr's cabin, there's no place for Grondar to lie down, so he sits with his back to the wall opposite the door. The rum is quite potent stuff, and both Troth and Grondar feel as if the edge has been taken off their pain. Grondar is even feeling a bit tipsy; he can usually hold his alchohol quite well, but under the circumstances, his lightheadednes is probably to be expected.
Down below, Colmarr knocks at the captain's door . . .