"Maybe, but I wouldn't count on that alone. You couldn't bathe for a week, either," she added with a lopsided smirk. The adrenaline would be wearing off at any moment now - aha, and there was the stiffness in his movements, the wincing, the flinching. Good thing she had nursed her own wounds plenty enough times to know how to take care of his. "I know of several places like this. Only this one is mine. A fox needs a foxhole, after all, to bolt to when the hounds are on her trail." And that was a bit of an understatement, really, because she knew Denerim was riddled with places like this, some bigger and better cared for - but when one of your party is wounded and about as agile as a wet sock, you made do with what you had nearby.
She waited until he was braced, a roll of linen in one hand, before snatching the dagger out with deft fingers, stuffing the bandaging into the gap left behind to stem the spurt of blood for the moment. It didn't appear bad from the outside.... then again, a thigh wound might not seem bad, but nick the wrong artery and a man could very quietly bleed to death. "Have to get your armor off to get a better look at it," she noted, equally unfazed by the thought of seeing Aurin sans armor. It's nothing she hadn't seen before, after all, and she was sure the dagger in her sleeve and her quick hands provided an advantage over a wounded man, should his loyalties suddenly turn. "No, they won't find this place, at least not for a while. I'd be surprised if they knew it existed, Kerrast's boys aren't the brightest stars in the sky." Pause. Her voice held a cheeky grin, all but visualized through her tone. "And I would think someone like you would enjoy being ordered around, hmm?"