She considered Margaery's offer to Rin. Have her lick up the mess. Radeken let out a low, ugly chuckle at the thought while she continued picking out the freshest marigold and comfrey on hand from her ill-organized pack until there was enough to generously cover the smoldered stump that Roy was packing.
"[color=black]You should be appointed clan jester," Radeken mumbled in response to Bastille's 'break a leg' comment. To all those offering help, she dearly wished to respond 'yeah, hold this dummy down while I beat some sense into him' but she devoted the bitterness into focusing a little too hard on making the poultice smooth before helping smooth it on. She hoped it hurt. "[color=black]Careful putting it on that you don't burst any blisters."
"[color=black]To anyone who really wants to help, we should probably brainstorm ways to idiot-proof this place. Maybe a nice sign." It suddenly occurred to her that they were all in a pretty shitty spot. A big crowd clustered around a bloody fool with a very hungry vampire in the mix in a place that had just experienced a rock slide. "[color=black]We should get him and everyone else out of here immediately." She shot to Rin under her breath, already yanking out materials to plaster over Roy's stump to assist when Warringkingdoms began to finish up. Probably, nothing bad would happen. Still, Radeken didn't want any rocks to come down on her head.