Phillip sighed out in relief the moment he heard another voice. He didn't make any note of injuries at that moment simply because he had pressing matters in his mind. Venus would enter shock and lose consciousness if he didn't come back soon, and end her stay prematurely.

"Are you Sam Wilson?" he called out, as he put away his own hunting knife for good measure. He even resisted his usual double-hello, it was that dire. "I need help!" No use beating around the bush in these sorts of situations. "Venus got mauled with one of the sabertooth cats and...she told me she should find you, Jet, Albert, or Joly."

Nervous sentence structure aside, Gray laid everything out for Sam to make the decision. "S-she's stable but she needs better help!"