"There is nothing that could be done... Tinder may at least rest now..." Sorreau looked to him and seemed to notice the wounds... and the bloodletting equipment he'd been given by the nameless knight. "If you are injured... partake of Tinder's blood. I realise it may seem queer... but the blood of the Godless is a valuable thing. A beaker of it will repair your wounds." She advised, clearly holding back a lot of emotion from how her expression was strained.