Alacruun sits still while she temporarily binds the wound. He'll have to get it properly fixed later, but he's happy to have the rudimentary attention. Anything to keep his blood safely inside of his body. He makes a mental note of her side-stepping the question, but chooses not to press it. Yet. He can always ask again later.

"I wish it were under better circumstances. Fighting... demons isn't usually my typical idea of a good time. Or my usual occupation."

It's honestly been a while since he was slinging spells on the battlefield.