Ilruvae carefully carried the man, concentrating on holding the compress over the entire wound whenever Flin eventually let up in a certain area. He noticed Flin’s nod out of the corner of his eye and gave a return nod, focusing nearly entirely on keeping the compress up, didn’t want the man to bleed out.

He speaks absently, still focusing mostly on the compress “Flin, slowly let your compress up so I can take over. I’m an Eldi, I easily have the mana pools to hold this wound by myself for a while, and it’s better to only have one person distracted by keeping it in than two.”