When the boot was off Arthur's foot, Wyatt came back around with some gauze to help wipe up the blood after he was done healing, but didn't put that down on the wound first. He placed his hand over the other man's food as golden light started shining out of his hands. Within a few seconds, the flesh of his foot no longer had a gaping hole, and Wyatt had started wiping the blood up as best he could. "Better?"
He had to make sure that it was completely healed, so he always had to ask. "I'm Wyatt, how did you get shot in the foot?"