Ilruvae took a moment to glare at Daelin, holding a hand near the man’s wound as a focus to help him, well, focus. “The hell do you think I’m doing? And before you get your trousers in a twist, you would do well to remember, as the Captain said, not everyone is ready for attack from damn toothed dogs every hour of the day. We were surprised, and made it through rather well. If you’re done making the rest of us feel guilty we aren’t pillars of positive attitude, perhaps you could find some way to help get this guy stable!”