The second half of Chapter 2 is all melodrama about Lleu breaking his arm.
He has recovered from his winter's pneumonia or whatever it was, and plays outside a lot. Including going riding with Goewin, who is much the better rider.
This is what happens, as Goewin tells it:
"I said we should gallop, and I got ahead of him—we had to leap a stream, and he was going too fast to stop. It was dark; he missed the jump and was thrown. I—I couldn't stop it happening—"
…They came to me for help that night, after all, rather than anyone else. I answered the tentative tapping on my door to find Goewin, for once as pale as her brother, supporting a fainting and battered Lleu.
No questions, then; without thinking I caught Lleu in my arms and carried him to my bed as though he were a child of five, not fifteen.
As I cut away the shredded remnants of his jacket and shirt I could not help but murmur, "Good God, Princess; what have you done to him? After I spent most of the winter trying to keep him alive, you half kill him in one night."
So Goewin helps Medraut to fix Lleu up, and there's a moment of tension, quite impossible to simulate in Playmobil because the clothes don't come off, where Medraut's robe slips down his back as he's working and Goewin spies some weird and telling scars on his back which freak her out a little. (And if you have read "No Human Hands to Touch" you will know where they came from.)
So then Medraut kind of passive-aggressively sedates Lleu.
Both Lleu and Goewin are well narked about this when they figure it out. Lleu gives him an imperious order:
"Medraut, listen to me," Lleu said. His eyes were closed and he spoke slowly and very quietly. "I command you—I command you not to use on me in the future, no matter how ill or hurt I am, anything that might make me sleep, without my consent. Swear."
And he does. Sort of. He says, "I promise… not to send you to sleep at any time you might be ill or hurt, from now on."
Now Lleu's unconscious and they can't move him, so Medraut makes himself a bed on the floor, and Goewin, on her way out, gives him a vote of confidence anyway.
"Well," she said carefully, "it is behind you now." She did not mean the promise I had just made. Her words touched me with the cool surety of her fingertips. She had come to me for help; she trusted me even without fear, although she knew how you haunted me. "Thank you, Medraut," she said.
Filming hazards: Thirty seconds after I made the landscape it was invaded by a GIANT MONSTER.