Someone's needs to be out here, if people are going to run themselves ragged and run around covered in their own blood.

[Truthfully, she would hate to see how he would fare without any help. That looked like a painful gash, after all.]

[Despite any blood he may drop on her cloak or dig of talons, she doesn't shoo him away. One ear does remain on him, but other than a brief pause in her movements she focuses on mixing a few of the potions together in a larger bottle.]

If you feel it would improve your mood, I can offer one. But I was planning on having you drink one potion to help any internal injuries while I clean and dress your outside wounds with another.