[Since he was so focused on treating the wound, he was distracted by the feeling of Setsuna's fingers. But before he could properly react, there was the banging at the door. His hand came free, and he pressed the rag into the other Meister's hand, then held both against the bloody mess.] Hang on-- Coming!
[Crossing to the entrance, quickly, he opened the door. A quick glance convinced him that Lyle did not seem to be suffering as the rest.] You ran? [He shook his head. It didn't matter how he got there.] Nevermind. Get inside.
[Once in, he locked the door behind them once more.] Setsuna's on the couch. Probably a cut or a deep scrape on the back of his head. [Lockon pointed to the medkit.] Sutures?