Flin heard the captain call him out, but it wasn't a casual shout. There was clear stress in his voice. The man moved quickly, immediately snapping out of his relaxed stance. He ran past Marilyn, and soon realised the situation. His eyes widened, and he hopped out of the cart. He was surprisingly agile, and faster than most. He landed into the dirt, giving a very brief annoyed glance at his boots as they were covered in dirt, but he didn't slow down for a second.

He rushed over towards the injured man, and knelt down beside him. He tried to gently roll the man over to reveal the wound, and began to channel arcane energy towards the wound. It began to form into a compress, to stop the blood from coming out for a moment, at least. [color=92278f] "Shit...Come on, don't give up! We'll help you!"[/color] Flin stated to the man. It was clear that Flin wasn't the best at it, but he didn't seem to be a stranger at this either. Had he encountered these kinds of things in the past? At any rate, he was trying his best. [color=92278f]"Captain...can you assist me to carry him? I'll keep pressure on the wound. Not trying to order you around...but we should get in the caravan quickly, right?"[/color] He stated, preparing to carry the man along with Zay.