[ His scream rips through her like a knife, and if that hadn't made her immediately pull her hand away, the heat of the vileling blood beginning to bite into her fingertips does. Tossing the stained and worn cloth aside in frustration and pain, she reflexively clutches his shoulder, her nails drag slightly. Biting down on her lip to keep from making any kind of noise, she lowers her head, taking a few very deep breaths.

This is only a fraction of what he's had to endure, and she isn't sure if she's helping or making this even worse. But she has to stay calm. She has to find a way to fix this.

It's shaky, as she tries to maintain the best that she can, but this is beyond her. So far beyond her that she doesn't know how to begin to approach this. Try to focus, Lux. ]

...We need to get you to a healer.

[ He won't be able to see like that. Think. What needs to happen to make this work? Focus. ]

I need you to trust me, all right. I'm going to move you, so be ready to lean your weight against me.