Laying down his crutch, the batpony sorcerer bent over and appeared to delicately inspect their comrade. "Tut-tut-tut-tut, shhhh, quiet now... Ah, mi angelita de la muerte, what have jou done to jourself?" He reached out a probing hoof, and after a few seconds spent blindly searching, laid it gently on her injured leg -- but not gently enough that it didn’t aggravate the wound.