Valetni stood before the couple, tapping his cane impatiently against the floor. "Move, please, you're not doing her any good." Ignoring the look the man gave him, Valetni kneeled down to inspect the damage.<br/><br/>The woman's face was pale, presumably from blood loss. Maybe.<br/><br/>Valetni placed one hand on her throat, feeling for a pulse. Slow, sluggish, but it was there. He ran two fingers down her throat, frowned, and repeated the procedure on the opposite side of her neck. He squinted, looking closely at he flaring nostrils.<br/><br/>"First, we need to arrest the bleeding, the arm is a writeoff, but we can hold off on the amputation for the moment." He said to Belatia. "Keep pressure on the stump, don't let go until I tell you to." He looked up, and spotted the stitch faced man making his way down the stairs. Everyone else was dead, dieing, busy, thirteen, blind, or a griffin.<br/><br/>"You, fetch some bandages." He ordered.