"You should be getting stitches, at least near the shoulder. We're not really... healers." She sat back once she had the worst of the blood off of Kel's arms, looking her over again. "But you'll live," For better or worse. There was worry on her face, when she met Kel's eyes, but she knew better than to express that aloud.
"My bathroom's the one at the end of the hall, on the right. You're welcome to whatever. When you're cleaned up, we can go to the clinic, if you want. Or I can see if I can call in a favor," She didn't want to say she was going to make Kel go, even if she should.