Frigga busied herself as he removed bits of his armor, taking it from him as he removed it and placing it with the helmet. Careful with the areas that looked... strange. She got an odd feeling from the corrupted bits, and did her best not to touch them. She would have to see if she could come up with a potion or something of the like, to wash his armor with.
"I don't know any Lord Gwyn, I'm sorry. But that may be just because we are from different worlds. As far as the fire age... That is also a question I'm not sure I can answer correctly. The people here do use fire, along with the other power that runs through this place, if that's what you mean." When his arm was exposed, even with his undershirt covering it she hissed softly. "Are you in any pain?" Because clearly it was broken, badly.
She pulled out her phone and shot of a quick message, personally, to one of the medical staff. She knew the young girl quite well, and knew she would not balk at the task before her.