"...haah? Why would we ignore Rosie?"
After all, Morgen still sat before them. Conscious, but still loopy, the tightly wound Noblesse struggled in Arx's grip.
"Fuh fuh fuh...looks like she's comin' around, which fortunately means this stuff, on the surface at least, just looks worse than it is"
"That'll do," she said, swapping out the rag for Selma's conjured sponge, and set the cold compress atop the wound. "Once we slow down the blood flow, then we can clean her up. How long do you figure these will last?""We can use this. Don't know how long it'll last since this spell of mine seems to have changed quite a bit recently. Hopefully it won't be too long a trip. Both so the bandages don't revert back and so we can give Morgen here proper treatment." Selma said.
"As for something cold..." she grabbed a small discarded cup, and with a few moments concentration, transformed it into a medicinal sponge. Setting it down, she formed a small sphere of ice magic and touched it against the sponge for several seconds before pulling it away and dispelling the ice magic. Touching it experimentally, she nodded and carefully lifted the now ice-cold sponge and offered it to Kinu.
"There you go." she said simply.
Seeing these emotions on display as Morgen woke from her fugue state, Kinu's brow wrinkled, her eyes briefly welling as she pursed her lips in half-mocking worry.
"Oh~! Milady~!" she simpered, before guiding her other hand towards the cold sponge, prompting her to hold it in place "I won't handle you any longer than you need it. Now keep this steady."
As she unspooled the roll of Selma's transmuted gauze, Kinu prepared a compress and a head bandage, seemingly deaf to the emergent conversation around them."The adminstratum... they had a lead, to this place... tried to play dumb, turn their intel around by implying we wanted to set up an ambush for them here..." Her voice came out weak, but was just loud enough for those around to hear. "Seems they didn't like that, suspected me of being a rebel... they're probably... chasing a different lead now, but if they are it'll only buy a little bit of time..."
Her eyes were strictly on Morgen, the extent of this last, problem wound...and trying to sort out just what happened here.
"...they're not very bright, are they," she remarked, "taking a shot like this and letting you fall through the cracks."
Setting a bit of gauze wadding down, Kinu then began to unroll it in loops around Morgen's head.
"...you remember what they look like?"