As soon as Chris mentions magic not being a forte, Molly instinctually frowns. The world where he comes from, first aid isn't exactly something that everyone is well-versed in, so he naturally assumes that he is quite utterly screwed.
But then Chris is immediately launching into action, using his shirt to keep pressure on the wound -- and imagine that, helping a complete stranger, and a tiefling, at that. This level of selflessness is not something Molly has comes across before. The Empire isn't exactly well known for breeding such generosity.
"Looks like it," Molly manages in between deep breaths to try and minimize what pain has been coming and going in waves. "Mollymauk Tealeaf, at your service. Or I would be, were I not..." he trails off, gesturing to the wound from which Chris is currently trying to stop the bleeding.