Team Daenerys!
With the portal closed, Michonne noticed more of the demons skitter into the woods, and that was fine, that could be dealt with later. She kept some attention on Wolverine finishing off the stragglers, some on Daenerys as she gathered her wits and the rest was set to focusing on not falling over.
It was by no means a dangerous injury; it was deep and aching, but the blood was already sluggishly seeping out, already drying up and stemming, the wound just a jagged tear through to her muscle. An irritation more than any thing else, an ugly irritation, but nothing more. With the battle over now and the portal closed, they could focus more on themselves.
"We should make sure Daenerys makes it back to her home safely." Wobbling a little, Michonne took the fabric with a nod, wrapping it around the top of her thigh once, looping it and pulling tight. It pinched, causing another flare of pain, but it would further halt the bleeding and stop anymore serious damage for now. She wouldn't protest to the aid, except from the blood and mess, Wolverine looked to be in a worse state than her.
"Are you sure we shouldn't be dragging you somewhere?" But then, the man had steel claws that came from between his knuckles. She doubted this was a normal sort of thing.