Krishna listened attentively, committing everything to memory automatically without any conscious thought. It was a habit to remember everything that seemed important in his limitless stores, even when he wished he didn't. This was one such occasion, but at least he would know exactly what he could or could not say, and what sort of trail the two larks might have made to his door.
It was a worry for a later moment, but it was clear that the gods were demanding payment for the pleasant evening he had had. He only hoped the Town Marshal didn't think to look for him right away.
Krishna poured out the hot water into a basin and brought it to the worktable with a few clean rags. He also made the numbing tea for the both of them, particularly for Lachlan, who he expected would be just as stubborn as he had ever been. Kellys tended to have such a temperament.
"It's very kind of you to think about me," Krishna responded to Lachlan, as he picked up a pair of scissors and cut what was left of his shirt from his bloody back. The shirt went on a pile of paper - Krishna intended to burn the whole lot, and then scatter the ashes in the river when he went hunting for nettles in the woods the next day.
Krishna noticed the look on Fiona's face and moved the lantern closer to Lachlan, giving her a little respite. "If you're not injured, I think you should finish your tea and get yourself cleaned up. You should probably go back, too, since Belmont is bound to be more... unpleasant." He did not like Doctor Rosier, but there were few people who were as odious as Belmont in Krishna's book.
Just in case Fiona was staying out of worry for Lachlan, Krishna studied the wound critically, looking this way and that, "The wound looks clean. Not too deep, now." He cleaned the are as best as he could, then tapped around it carefully, "Tell me what that feels like." To Fiona, "With your Gift, can you tell if there were any other pieces of shrapnel in there? As a foreign body to expel, for example?" If she hadn't, then she had just wasted her time healing the wound, when Krishna would have to open it back up to dig out all the shrapnel.