Riku watched the Prince's eyes fill with tears, and felt his own tear in response. "Sora," Riku turned the Prince's face back to him, trying to reach him. "Darling, its okay. You've already done so much. Let us take care of everything else, and take care of you."
Philip, helping the Doctor wrap the Prince's arm, felt like the worst failure of them all. His ONE job today had been to take care of the Prince. To give his life, if so needed, to ensure the Prince would live. And he'd failed miserably. It was only by luck that the Prince still drew breath. An utter, utter waste of a guard.
"Riku," the Doctor said, "I need you to hold His Majesty up while we wrap his ribs."
"Come on, Love," Riku said, gently trying to move the Prince. "We're almost there." Almost done, and then they could sleep.
"I wonder if they had manager to..." Hayner made a vaguely crude gesture. "You will have to ask, Roxas." Hayner couldn't ask the Prince such things, but Roxas could.
It was horribly temping to be working with food. With fresh bread and good cheese and good soup that you had to serve and not eat! But it did feel good to help. To see more color in the faces of the wounded and fighters. Hayner might have given the noble men who DIDN'T fight a little less.
"Only better," Hayner said, "Because I am useful and helpful to My Lord in whose service I am forever employed."