Kaleed's body involuntary jerked when the older monk commanded him to fetch some bandages.<br/><br/>He gathered himself, after a moment of recollection. He had some fresh bandages, already starched with a poltice, somewhere in his knapsack. Luckily, a guard came walking through the shattered remains of what used to be the door clenching it in a fist.<br/><br/>Lightly jogging to the man, he held out a hand. The guard stared at him for a moment, before wordlessly handing over the sack, and went about his business.<br/><br/>Kaleed held the sack with one hand, as he moved to the other side of the near dead woman. Dropping to both knees and resting on his heels, he arched an eyebrow questioningly at the old monk on the other side.