Ari entered the shop but didn't proceed to the back room and the stairs, choosing to stop and look over Aspel instead. She looked - as Ari had feared - rather bruised and battered, and was not moving with her usual grace. Her hands, to which Ari always paid attention, were swollen and bruised and... She winced. She didn't think she'd ever seen her quite this bad, actually; there were even a few dark spots on the usually clean floor which may very well have been blood. "May I help?" she asked after a moment, stepping back and gesturing to the door. Surely she could get the lock closed again with less suffering.
How had the fighter even gotten her armor clasps undone in this state?
"You know," she said, "as I was on my way, I was worried you might be insensible and broken on your shop counter. I was only half wrong." Consciousness was a good thing, though she could hardly imagine functioning with what had to be a truly incredible level of pain. "They make these amazing things - you may have heard of them - called potions. Why didn't you take one?" Without giving it much thought, she reached up and wiped at the cut above Aspel's brow before what blood had not dried could well over and trickle down her face. Somehow, that would have made it worse, and her cuffs were dark; she'd get the blood out later.