Korsarro looks around, wondering if anything other than clothing could be used as a bandage, realising that his own leather garments would make poor bandages. He looks to the wounded knight, pondering whether the wounds upon him were truly there before Korsarro ripped his metal shell from him and began slamming meat into his body. Upon closer inspection. The knight appeared to be covered in blood and... well... meat. That... Would be difficult to explain when he woke up.