Jax worked quickly, as clinically as possible, to try and clean the extra blood off of her wounds. Her own anger was quickly rising (although it was tempered slightly by the idea that Zazzy was, in fact, dead or worse). After a few minutes, she had gotten Natalie's arms cleaned off, sitting back and setting the bloodied gauze aside.
"I can get you some clothes, if. You want to change," They were roughly the same size, even if Jax was a bit taller. And she figured getting out of the bloodied rags might help Kel feel a bit more herself.