What was he meant to do now? Kent was gone, the other Magi they had been working with - a Varuna named Kresh, was nowhere to be seen. He was the only Hunter present now and, simply put, Ethan was overwhelmed. Did he carry on trying to find their target or help with the situation at hand? Could he help? Rising to his feet he stumbled along the beach, shivering and soaked to the bone, trying to find some way to help. Perhaps the lone doctor aboard the Marigold was currently working on a young woman who sported a gruesome injury, a jagged piece of metal protruding from her leg. Blood didn't bother him too much but hearing her cries of pain was unsettling. Forcing a weak smile, Ethan knelt down beside the man with the offer to help, feeling like he was going through the paces now. [i]Control the situation, keep the civilians safe, maintain order.[/i] His training rang in his ears and he'd do his best to do just that - even if "maintaining order" was a bit beyond him right now.

"You there! Yes, you. Hold her leg, Keep it steady now!" The doctor grabbed a small, sealed container and opened it up, visibly relaxing finding its contents undamaged. Taking out a roll of bandages, gauze and a bottle of some kind of oil, he took off his shirt and laid it beneath the woman's leg. "She's going to bleed once we remove the glass. It's missed an artery but be ready, you'll need to apply pressure above the wound and hold her still for me. Ma'am, this is going to hurt, just bear with it." 

Ethan nodded stiffly, looking at the woman's contorted features. "Y-You're going to be okay, hang in there! The doctor will fix you up!" For what little his encouragement did as the woman was covering her face with her hand, sobbing and trying her best to remain still. Ethan nodded when told to be ready, placing both hands on the woman's leg. The glass was pulled and blood immediately began to pool around the wound, inciting a gasp as he tried to stifle it with his hands. Doing as he was told he applied pressure instead to the area around the wound - a bit difficult with his hands slick from blood. The doctor applied his oils which made the pain worse, then cleaned up the wound swiftly before applying gauze, and finally the bandages. The entire ordeal took but two minutes, though with the woman screaming and cursing it felt ten times as long. 

"She's lost a decent amount of blood, but the wound isn't a fatal one. I have to see to the others, keep an eye on her for now and make sure she doesn't crash, understood?" Ethan nodded and the doctor gathered his tools, rushing off to a group beckoning to him. Their supplies were low and he was the only one who apparently had medical training - people were going to die, even more than already had.

Collapsing into the sand with a groan, Ethan hung his head and closed his eyes. He was beside himself and hadn't the foggiest idea what to do now that Kent was gone and Karesh was nowhere to be seen. For the moment he'd remain here to help, but after that...?

"Thank you..."

Ethan glanced at the woman and smiled slightly, giving a simple nod of his head. She looked awful, truth be told - drenched, pale, trembling still and her clothing bloodied. But she was alive, which is what he assumed she was thanking him for. 

"Thank you for taking care... Of those damned Magi..." With her eyes shut she couldn't see Ethan's face fall, and the silence she took as an acceptance. She smiled weakly and reached out, grabbing Ethan's arm. "My husband, he was killed by a Magi. They're nothing but murderers and thieves now. People like you... You keep us safe, so... Thank you..."

"Y-yeah... Don't mention it..." The woman went silent and he worried for a moment they might have lost her, but seeing her chest rise and fall gently brushed aside those fears. It was nice to be thanked - when putting in time and effort into something, recognition could be nice. But Ethan didn't want to be thanked, not for that. Not all Magi were bad people. Not all thieves were bad people, and... He'd even argue not all killers were bad people. Call it naivete, call it optimism, call him an idiot, but he didn't believe in labeling a whole group of people as bad. If he'd learned anything since arriving in the cities is that good, and bad people, came from every walk of life. Between the sinners and the saints, evil didn't discriminate.

The woman was billed as 'stable' when the doctor returned, giving Ethan the freedom to move about once more. Bidding her farewell he looked around the beach uncertainly, trying to find some sense of direction. Nearby, the captain and a few members of his crew were having an animated discussion, the former looking to be trying to quell a disagreement. With an uneasy smile Ethan approached, hoping perhaps to help with whatever discussion they were having.

"There are too many injured, we can't transport everyone as we are, not like this," reaffirmed the captain. "We'd be at risk for drawing beasts, the best we can do is send out a party to find help and bring the guard here."

"People are goin' to DIE, captain! We've gotta move them now!" 

"How? We have no carts, no carriages, and we can't transport them on the boats, there isn't enough room for everyone. And Galloway's too far to make it on those anyway. No, we need to find the nearest town and get help there." The captain paused when Ethan approached the group, giving the boy a slight, weary smile. "Glad to see you made it, boy. You're looking less green now that we're on land."

Ethan thanked him sheepishly, rubbing at a small cut on his cheek. The crew admonished him with impatient glares, clearly not welcoming of the seemingly hapless boy in their midst. And his next words made them none the more pleased with his presence. "I uh... Overheard some of your conversation. If you'd like... I can try and find some help?"

One of the crew members, a boy roughly his age, was the first to speak up. "Absolutely not! If we leave people here they'll be killed! We can't just sit here and wait to be saved!"

"Yer asking us to just wait here and expect some kid to save us?" 

Ethan smiled uncertainly, pulling back his cloak and revealing the patch on his upper arm. From skepticism to disbelief the men all glanced at it, then their captain. "I'm not totally helpless, if you need help then I can help," he argued, concealing the patch again and looking at the captain, "Please. I'm... Still kind of new at this, but it's my job to help, so let me help. I'll find someone who can get these people what they need, and I'll do it as quickly as I can."

"That... Would be fantastic. We can send you and a few others out, there's a town just about 20 kilometers or so to the south. If you left now and made quick of it, you could probably get there and back... By this time tomorrow." It was honestly still faster than if they tried to transport the wounded, given how careful they would need to be. "Alert the guard, the town's healers, whoever you can find. See if they have room for about a dozen wounded, tell them its an emergency. We'll remain here and keep everyone safe, this is a good a spot as any to rest." Water to their back, wide open space to their front, it was easily defensible. Their supplies were low but, with luck, they would only need a day.

Right. Find help, get supplies, help get everyone to the nearest town. He could manage that much, especially if he had others helping. "You got it sir! I won't let you down!" Though... There was one [i]slight[/i] problem. Ethan glanced up and down the beach before smiling weakly, itching at his nose and letting out a chuckle. "Uh... Wh-which way is south...?"