stay alive -- severely wounded

[lavi s.]

I've got a bad feeling about this...  Concerned, the young Jedi followed the call for aid.  His chocolate eyes narrowed on Rin as he arrived, studying her injuries and frowning at her words.  A really bad feeling.

"Why?" He almost immediately regrets his sharp question.  Aside from desiring answers, Lavi tried to recollect simple first aid.  His twin had been a kriffing talented medic if he ever knew one but he hadn't dedicated much time to the practice himself.  Only basic knowledge lingered in the forefront of his mind.

The fluffy feline took a moment to breathe, centering himself.  Rin would explain herself, now or later.  The Jedi knew something of being hunted.  He knew something of the paranoia Tena felt from her own past.  At least he knew and comprehended it.  Rin remained an enigma to him.

"Is there anything broken?" Her breath sounded ragged and pained.  He imagined Lessa would know how to better assess the situation, but they didn't have her.  They had no official healers at all.  Bones... Is comfrey and... Stinging needle...