"We'll get you some ice," Varric murmured, immediately more concerned for her health and safety than his own. He was used to things like this - he was in the Merchant Caste, and assassination attempts started right out of the womb.
He approached the door and went inside, motioning her inside. Esmerelda was inside, reading, waiting for his return. Immediately she tutted over Lois in rapidfire Spanish, fetching a first aid kit from the bathroom.