"Oh," he says as he catches his breath, "I am now, thank you."

His own clothes have not been making it through his trial scotch-free either, and he is relieved that he chose not to wear his nice ones today. They're probably more bloody than blue at this point. His eyes dart over Abby, sort of a preliminary visual check for injuries since he's here.

"Are you here to see someone or did you need some assistance?" the elf asks her as he looks over the patient's armor to see where the injury is. Once he finds it, he takes a thick pad of bandages and places it against the spot. "Hold that there while I get your armor off, okay?" They nod, doing as he asks.