Glaffin snaps back to his senses as he hears Cecily cry out and sees her slump on her horse. Damn everything into the fires, he couldn't just leave her like that. Tallhelm would have to wait another few moments.
Glaffin takes a small step towards Cecily, just far enough to touch her boot, dangling over the flank of the horse, as he utters a short prayer.
This would have to be enough for now. At least she'd stop bleeding until he could tend to her properly.