"Silver linings," Sarissa said drily. Now that she'd gotten over the initial shock of his appearance, she was able to assess his condition more thoroughly.
The bite must've been recent if it was still bandaged. That was good: she could do better with a recent injury than trying to fix one that had healed badly.
She offered her arm in case he wanted some support. She doubted he would take it; he had the look of someone who was self-sufficient to a fault. As she gestured to the elevator, she quickly extended her senses to diagnose his condition. Although his life force felt unfamiliar to her, it was the only one she sensed: there was no other force growing within him. Good news, if he feared infection.
"This is called an elevator," she said. "It'll take us to our floor. It's not far, but it's best to not to aggravate your injury until we know what's wrong."
The best course of action would probably be to take him to the clinic, but Sarissa had a thing about Being Helpful. She wanted first crack at helping out, before referring him elsewhere. Besides, Geralt had enough new things to deal with without her tossing him into the middle of a group of strangers as soon as he got in.