[Luckily, maybe, medical skill trumps trust in this particular situation; that's Palamedes' opinion anyway, and his bedside manner does not account for not immediately making a face at the fabric wad shoved into the wound. Speaking of sludge and dire straits...
He makes a noise as he lifts a hand, a polite little 'I am going to touch all the wounds now' noise to serve as warning before he reaches over to pluck the bloodied fabric square out. That goes straight to the ground for right now, and he lifts a fresh fabric strip to wipe excess from the area.]
In my experience, meat only goes one way— but I'll be glad to be proven wrong, if you're right. I wonder if we simply have to wait, which might just be worse than all the gore.
[Tedium? He's had enough; at least here there's company. Hmm.]
My name is Palamedes, by the way. Is this from a claw of some kind, or did you run into something with a blade out there?
[It is obvious from everything about him that he is not straying into the danger zones, but hey, it's good to know.]
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He makes a noise as he lifts a hand, a polite little 'I am going to touch all the wounds now' noise to serve as warning before he reaches over to pluck the bloodied fabric square out. That goes straight to the ground for right now, and he lifts a fresh fabric strip to wipe excess from the area.]
In my experience, meat only goes one way— but I'll be glad to be proven wrong, if you're right. I wonder if we simply have to wait, which might just be worse than all the gore.
[Tedium? He's had enough; at least here there's company. Hmm.]
My name is Palamedes, by the way. Is this from a claw of some kind, or did you run into something with a blade out there?
[It is obvious from everything about him that he is not straying into the danger zones, but hey, it's good to know.]