Josephine carefully washed away the blood around the wound before she did anything else. Her attention was on helping Raoul, but her mind worried for away to keep him safe. Where could he stay? She knew she could not leave him here to figure it out himself; if he was caught by any guards, they were sure to tell the king of his living. She too had to be careful, as his father knew fully who she was and there would be even more guards around town no doubt, questioning everyone about her whereabouts. She redirected her focus on Raoul as she dug out the needle and medical thread. "This will sting and hurt, I know. Hold onto my hand, I promise to be gentle." With a apologetic look, she turned her gaze back to her work and set to stitching up the wound to prevent any further bleeding. She wondered if she should have knocked him out, as she couldn't stand to see him in pain; at least then he would be out of his agony for the time being and she could do what she needed to without him being tormented throughout it.