[She blinks in confusion, because Sebastian breaking off in the middle of a sentence is almost unheard-of -- especially when that is followed by a sudden sound and a stop. Constance's eyes widen when she sees his coat soaked with blood, when Sebastian clutches at his shoulder, and for a moment, she's shocked into stillness.]
Sebastian...? What--
[No, no, what is not the question to ask.] You're bleeding, we-- we must stop that. And get you to the hotel, immediately. [She doesn't even hesitate when she rips a long piece of the hem of her skirt, tears the fabric with an ease someone familiar with clothes and fabrics would do, and turns to him, to bind the wound, put pressure on it so the bleeding would subside.]