"It isn't, it isn't... Lord I'm sorry."

How could Alexi not be? Even injured, barely able to see or stand, Katherine was the only reason either of them made it back to their camp. Somehow, she knew the way in the deepening gloam. Poisoned, too, was that [i]thing's[/i] blood poison? He felt like tearing away his sleeve where he had brushed her cheek, but held himself in check. She was managing, somehow, he could deal with a little on the outside of his tunic. He could try and keep something of a level head in return, make sure to help the one who was helping them both. 

The fact that what little ichor he had started to mop up before her warning wasn't burning his arm -at least not yet- helped as well. He, [i]he[/i] was fine. In perfect health, nothing more than some little scrapes and pains from stumbling through the woods. Not strong, no fighter or sprinter or athlete of any kind, but [i]healthy[/i], at least in body. Katherine needed that, right now. Actually, Katherine needed him healthy in body [i]and[/i] mind, right now.

It was the least he could do, do manage that much.

"The stream, yes, yes of course." His eyes wandered to stick on the camp as they moved through it, but he forced his gaze away. The stream, she truly did need to wash all the... ichor, off. If it was dangerous, poisonous, then it was past time it was removed. "I can get there, at least."

Alexi could, at least. The soft burbling song of running water reaching his ears well before the stream itself came into view. It's sound carried far in the quiet stillness, but as he listened for it while they walked, other sounds greeted his ears. Soft chirps, calls, rustles and more, animals at night. Somewhere around them, above them, below them, birds and beasts and insects alike made their presence subtly known. It was... comforting, actually. He was reminded somewhat of the city at night, quieter, but with sound nonetheless. That was a good thing, it helped him calm and focus.

"Okay," Panting, body beginning to grow sore, he carefully lowered Katherine at the water's side at last. He could focus, could think, and that was good. Now then...

"Katherine... Katherine how well can you move?" Eyes straining in the dark, Alexi looked over his escort, trying to judge just how bad things truly were. Her cheek needed attention, the ichor was close to her stitches, and he didn't know what would happen if any managed to get into her blood. That was easy, he could use his own tunic as a rag if needed, carefully wash her skin clean. 

But he couldn't ignore the still-glowing spots across her form. Mostly on armor, would it seep through? Should he suggest- did he know enough to suggest? Concern warred with holy teachings in his mind... but he couldn't afford to sit and worry, could he?

"Let's get that off your cheek first, after that..." Alexi was already working his way out of his tunic, keeping care that Katherine did not begin to topple over. "... Your armor, we need to do something about it, right? I can help you wash it off but, well... is it safe to leave on for now?"