She silently prepares for the biggest part, lots of padding, bandages, and disinfectant. "I have been wondering if you would ask that..." she hands him a wad of something, "...need something to bite?"

Whether or not he takes it, she grips the hunk of metal and counts down until slowly pulling it out, and then quickly setting it aside to clean up and plug the wound. Grunting as she keeps the pressure on, he begins wrapping, "I...do have a concern though." 


She finishes the wrapping and tucks it in place, a decent job for someone who isnt a medic. "...you remember that we are illegal right? And you are the head of the royal guard. We come from...opposite sides of justice"