"Give me your hand then!" He snapped, grabbing out at it without asking and pressing it close in against the wound. He scrambled to cut a long piece of cloth from what was left of his ragged cape and tie it around John's leg, right at the top, as tight as he could manage.

"Fine. Multiple lacerations, most of them superficial, but three or four losing blood rapidly. Most prominent on the inside of your upper right thigh," he said as he pressed his hand down against John's, hard.

"Piranhas," he explained, belatedly.