[ His look is neutral as she attempts to move and speak. So much blood is spattered over the area that he can smell it thick in the air, a sight he had seen so many times before. She marches closer to death with every moment.

The thought does cross his mind to stand and watch her die. This woman may have the shard he is looking for and it would be oh so simple to wait and take what he wants. There's no one here to stop him.

But if he healed her it could garner him a potential ally. Not to mention, letting her die here would only garner ire and a grudge - neither of which he feels like bothering with. ]

A fine mess you've gotten yourself into.

[ He sighs loudly and takes a few steps closer so that he may crouch at her side. There is little time to assess these wounds. If he aimed to heal her, he would have to do so quickly and triage what is the most grievously injured.

He holds out his hand and lets the green light of healing magic swirl in the air over her. ]

Lie still or you'll make your injuries worse than they are already.