"Not you exactly. The wound itself and only the wound." Joly is quick to assure Venus. "My dear lady, I think you could never. And as there are no leeches to be had, it is a bridge we should not need to cross." Ah more people who don't like leeches. Joly has no real problem with them himself, since they are a necessity he'd had to get used to, along with maggots, but finding those and using them is not likely to happen here either. He has the feeling that he should not even mention the maggots here.

"Ah yes. He certainly was. Very streetwise, very smart in every other way too...Courfeyrac, you mentioned a guide?" The news of that is amazing, practically Christmas to him, and he'll reach over and study that in a moment.

"Your head is back already, but if you might tilt it a little more, that could help with the bleeding." Joly is also pressing a pad of some sort of cotton to Venus's nose now. "Pressure ought to help stop the flow as well."