Gently holding the mans shoulder while tearing away the remains of the rags he's wearing, Koeil blinks in shock at the number of wounds the man has taken.
"Master Shivan! I don't like the look of some of these wounds. I think some might be infected."

Holding his cloth out, he asks, "Mind dampening mine as well Milak? I might be able to clean some of these newer wounds before a Sister arrives."