Olosse’s eyes widened, back stiffening at the sight of his Shadowguard. If she hadn’t been in the state she presented herself in currently, he would want to get more information than just “All information has been confirmed”, but now his current priority was to ensure that Iris got the medicine she needed. The future king needed Iris at her best for tomorrow evening’s potentially fiery ball. He strode over to Iris, placing a hand on her cheek and wiped away some of the caked blood, clicking his tongue off the roof of his mouth. 
“No need to apologize, Iris. Come, let’s get you the attention you need.” He thought he had seen Iris’ eyes fall on the now silently sleeping Rowena, prompting a flip of the wrist. 
“Don’t worry about her. Rowena might have enjoyed the evening, but something tells me that she’s more of an evening companion than a permanent one. Let’s see what we can do to get you back in action.” 

Albeit Iris probably would protest at Olosse’s fussing, he helped her over to an overstuffed chair by the window he had previously occupied before peeking his head out of the doorway to his quarters and asking the guard posted there to fetch him bandages, alcohol and other assorted medical paraphernalia that prompted an almost stream of questions, Olosse holding up a hand to cease the line of questioning and inferred that his amorous activities had become very Vadrudorian and needed the appropriate recovery methods. This stopped the questioning and brought supplies to his quarters, which allowed for Olosse to kneel at Iris’ feet, grimacing slightly at her ankle.
“Dear Iris, what on earth happened out there?” Father had insisted that Olosse learn basic battlefield skills in case he was ever thrust into a conflict without his Shadows or the Ishmeldian regiments at his beck and call, one of those skills being basic (BASIC) medical assessment and wound dressing. 
“I can patch you up with what little I know; don’t bear too much of a grudge if it’s not comparable to your knowledge…which it isn’t.” As he began to roll up Iris’ legging, he ran a hand over her exposed ankle and shin. Goodness her skin was practically flawless, glowing even; it was then he realized this was the most exposure of her body that he had ever seen. 
“Now, as I take care of this, do be more specific. What exactly did you confirm on your tour of the capital?”