Instinctively, Yves pressed his hands against the wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.
"What in the gods' name have you done to yourself?" he muttered, his voice unsteady; torn between frustration and worry. He was convinced the knight commander wasn't thinking sanely, riding a horse with that gash.
His eyes darted around the room as his mind quickly shifted into serious mode. Though he had a basic knowledge of medicine, seeing Alterain in this state shook him in a way he hadn't anticipated.
"I need to stop the bleeding," Yves murmured to himself, standing abruptly and grabbing a nearby cloth. He worked quickly, ripping the fabric into strips, his hands moving on automatically as he returned to Alterain. "Stay with me, damn it. Don't you dare pass out on me!"
Yves tied the cloth tightly around the wound, his hands shaking. He should have left—he should have walked away!