Steven Yu
??? — Dirt Road
Luckily for Steven and his companions (well, mainly the maid that had taken charge in the application of first aid), it seemed that the woman on the carriage and her entourage had sufficient medical supplies to go about treating the injured maid. It was absolutely a hack job, and the young man surmised that even if he had sufficient experience in something like a trauma center—in other words, maybe some seven-odd years in the future—the outcome here might have only been slightly better.
Even if something like healing magic did exist within this world (and that was a big "if"), the kitsune silently reasoned to himself that trying to study things like that would be equally important to him as learning how to use his sword properly. He had gotten away with literal murder by copying the motions of mass media swordfighters, but nothing guaranteed that he wouldn't run into someone who actually knew what they were doing at some in the future.
So much for any hopes of a simple isekai life where stress didn't want to make him inject caffeine into his veins.
"Unfortunately, we don't have the tools-or expertise-to suture the wound, so it would probably be ideal to continue to apply pressure and not move too much so as to not reopen the wound," the kitsune remarked as he stood back up and brushed some of the dirt off his clothes—away from the patient and her current overseer, of course. "I don't think it needs to be said, but walking back to... Whatever town you were traveling to or from is very much out of the question."
That statement was more a reiteration of the obvious, but given how insistent the maid had been that she had been okay when she had clearly not in any condition to move, it probably wouldn't hurt to use her employer as leverage to make sure that she kept from injuring herself.
Any further discussion of the matter was promptly thrown out the proverbial window, however, when the young woman's righteous fury met his ears. With a barely-concealed grimace on his face as he listened in on the conversation, Steven glanced around at the others before scratching the back of his neck. As things were, the kitsune felt that among their group, he was probably the least qualified to speak about matters related to what seemed to be an attempted assassination attempt.
...But if he left things as they were now, there was no doubt he'd at least feel some sort of regret if things went badly.
"...My apologies for interrupting," he chimed in, eschewing the expected deference towards the young woman who very clearly had enough influence to warrant such tactics to begin with, "but I would recommend not lingering too long out here in the open. I have, admittedly, no clue as to who might have targeted your life in such a manner, but I would assume that they would expect some message after the deed has been done... And, if not, there is a non-zero possibility that there might be another group sent out to finish the job if they expect to encounter a weakened entourage if not."
Such formal dialogue coming from a man who looked like he had lived a few years on the road might have been odd, and the possibility that he was placing his life on the line sort of incidentally by speaking without being prompted, but there was no world in which fussing over the outcome in the wilderness as opposed to somewhere safer was the way to proceed.
@Raineh Daze@Sir Lurksalot
Neir — Guardhouse
With a somewhat inquisitive gaze, Meira calmly poked her head into Cassius' room. The catgirl grimaced upon noticing what had happened to him in her absence, and almost as if by instinct she moved to pick his body off the ground and, at the very least, place him back on the bed where he had awoken. But without much of a chance to ask him how he was feeling—though the answer to that question was fairly obvious—the young woman instead found herself being questioned first.
"Locked up for now. Guards have been taking turns watching over the thing, and I've been here the whole time as extra insurance," she responded, taking a deep breath before ducking out for a brief moment and returning with a rag to clean up whatever had been evacuated from the elf's stomach mere moments before her arrival. After quickly wiping off what had left itself on his face, the catgirl lobbed the cloth onto the ground and pushed it around with her boot to soak up whatever little it could.
"...Sorry for getting you wrapped up in all that," she remarked as she kicked it off to the side. "Those guys are, uh... Well, I guess calling them 'priority targets' is the best way to put it for now. It's... Complicated."
There was a brief pause as she waited for any sort of response, but Meira continued speaking soon thereafter.
"Do you want some water? I can go get some for you, if you want."
@ERode