"I am here." Henry's ancestors had not particularly been blessed with a commanding voice. He'd had a distant cousin that had come to stay at the castle once that possessed one of those rolling bass voices that Henry had envied very much for its ability to command the attention of men. He had learned later, however, that his own voice had its charms, and once he met his first music master (a minstrel that was later tossed out of the castle kitchens for overaggressive flirtation) he realized that the bass command of men was not necessarily the better option in comparison. Now he spoke evenly, with the assurance of a leader, but without the strident need of urgency. They were not under attack, and the woman did not need his concern to frighten her. Instead he sought to be calm.
"Stabilize," he repeated, understanding the word but not having heard it in the medical context. He comprehended the medical implications from some distant memory in Daniel's acidic thoughts, but was unsure that the woman was capable of doing anything. "I can assist you. Even if we are in the past, let us behave as if it is now. One can never tell with such things." Henry cast a suspicious look at their surroundings, as the spellcaster might make an abrupt appearance in the middle of a monologue. He was quite ready to put an arrow into anyone that arrived in a puff of smoke waving their arms.
"The plane fell down with you inside it," Henry finished, nodding wisely as he bent to examine the bone. He brought one of his heels forward and unwrapped a leather cord from where it held the flaps of his boots against his calf. He touched high on her thigh where the major vein came downward. "This should slow the bleeding." It seemed with his lost men that the more blood, the less likely they were to survive movement from the field. "Sadly, I am a soldier, and no doctor."