[She's a bit surprised at the comment, that he would pick up on that in such a state... but every patient was different, handled pain different. She would not lie about it, setting aside her potion bottles to let a hand hover above his chest.]

... Not a friend, no. But he sounds familiar.

[Why would that person have attacked this man, though? Were they not both ALASTAIR recruits? And this one new, as well, hardly long enough to offend so badly as to warrant a bloody fight?

Questions she could ask later.]

I have less available than I would like, as many of our number... but allow me to use magic to heal the most grievous of your wounds.

[Gently, she laid her bare hand upon his chest, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before she began to speak, her words half in languages long dead.]

As I see thee weltering in thine blood, I call upon the goddess who governs, who I beseech to aid you now...

[Normally she would leave nothing to even indicate he had been injured, but she had to conserve- what if more people were injured elsewhere, or something happened... but beneath her hand, his wounds began to close, the bleeding to cease, until the deepest injuries were far more shallow, and the shallower cuts reduced to deep scratches.]