Devin gives Aly another Look, laying thin cloth next to her to catch any saline or iodine. Obviously she found her way to some healers to deal with that, but her frequency of injuries still causes worry. Worry he'd rather not have, and makes a sincere effort not to show.

"I've experienced something like it," he says, intentionally vague. "I don't suppose telling you to be more careful will help either, will it." It's not a question. Devin picks up a bottle of saline and takes her arm again. "You're going to need stitches after I clean this. Might sting a bit," he warns, and begins flushing out the gash. "I'll numb you up in a minute."