"Look like what?" he smirked but realizing she was in pain decided to leave the unfinished insult for later. "Lucky for us Dromeda taught me a few handy things. Being a klutz and all it's come in rather handy." He didn't want to have to strip her down to see all the damage being that he was sure she was cold enough not to mention how highly inappropriate it would be for him to do so.
The flesh around the wound on her shoulder was a bit of a dark purple and the veins seemed to be appearing around the newly formed scar tissue. He frowned, she was right about it being infected. "You're lucky to have made it this far." he murmured replacing the bloody rag into the bag and pulling out a bottle of clean water. Popping off the cap he scooted closer to her and holding the bottle in front of her mouth while he supported the back of her head with his other hand. "I thought he would be with you. You never said you were all alone and I just figured..." he trailed off, that wasn't what she needed to hear right now. She needed something to give her the strength to keep fighting. "I'm sure he's alright. Probably wondering the same about you."