Ridley/Juliette/Perdita/Mag
"I don't think you should heal her any more," Juliette cautioned, looking at her friends with worry. She had had too many horror stories of bones healed unset in the heat of battle. It was, unfortunately, all too common when things became too frantic for proper communication, and she doubted very much that Perdita would want her bone re-broken to be set.
"It's this way," Juliette added, gesturing down a street. Unfortunately, the street appeared to be filled with flan. "I think there's an alley behind that charcuterie." Perhaps it would be safer; in any case, the street was too wide for Sir Paget to clear on her own.
Another flan was already approaching; she gave it a solid kick, set it skidding back with a disgusting squelch. "I'll help you as much as I am able," she told the knight. "It will go smoother with a rear guard. I can still fight."
She waited for the knight to confirm the idea of the alley before falling into formation.