"Shit" is the first thing out of Chris' mouth, which he knows isn't exactly reassuring.
"Magic isn't exactly my wheelhouse," Chris says, offering an apologetic smile as he strips off his shirt and holds it to Molly's chest. "But I know basic combat first aid and we've got a doctor back at camp."
He keeps pressure on the wound as he pulls out his phone, sending out a quick message for help because this is above his paygrade.