In fact she didn't lead him to the maester at all, rather back to his rooms. Kyra closed the door behind them with a firm click of the lock before she turned to face her twin.
"You are a mess," she told him with so many emotions rising up in her that she didn't bother trying to put a name to them, although she wasn't sure if she wanted to rip his shirt off to make certain he wasn't hurt more than to just have one less piece of clothing between them. Possibly both, but her concern won out.
"Are you hurt?" she asked, approaching him finally and putting a hand out, though she didn't quite touch him. He'd nearly died. He might have died. They both might have, but she was more concerned that he would have died first. She was shaking slightly, perhaps from fear as well. There were questions to answer, and gods knew she might have hoped just a little she wouldn't have to give the answers...