[ He tears a bit off his ruined sling and uses that to start mopping up the blood around her face, looking for the wound. ]

You know that's literally the opposite of the truth, right? [ She's floating away a bit just by the force of him pressing the cloth to her head, so with a small grunt he reaches out with his not-yet-healed arm, wraps it around her waist and braces her against himself before he continues.]

I ain't a medic but I'm pretty sure no one is happy to get a concussion. [ How would he even check? ... Wasn't there something about pupil dilation. ]

Look at me a sec?