Sometimes he wore a scaled breastplate, more for looks than anything. But it would have offered much more protection than the white shirt with the poofy sleeves that he had chosen this morning. He should have scried on the lizards before coming out, that much was clear. But he'd been in a hurry.
He hesitated for a moment and then handed her the bandage. "I'm going to have to take my shirt off, though, for the bandage to do much..." Which he wasn't looking forward to, not even remotely. Actually, it pretty much seemed like the worst idea he'd ever heard, but the bleeding continued and needed to be stopped.
The King staggered for just a moment before forcing herself to stand upright. His hands reached once more for the hem of his shirt, and he tried very, very hard not to wince as he began to lift it over his head.