He almost laughed, exhaustion and mania at war with each other. "I've appointed myself this task, and I'll see it done. here," he reaches into one of the pouches on his belt, retrieving a small packet of rose-infused boluses. "Swallow these. It will stop the bleeding."

He knelt to examine her back, teeth clenched behind the mask as the movement sent a shock up his spine. The wounds weren't clean, and pieces of her shirt were stuck to them. And something else lurked beneath the leather, though he couldn't yet tell what.

His skills were needed, then. "You'll need these cleaned before they can be healed."