Talia moves away when he jumps, not wanting to hurt him. In order to keep his wounds from being infected, they have to be cleaned, which causes more pain in the process. They can't bandage him, but the blankets will keep dirt, grime and insects from getting into his injuries. "Sya! Sya it's okay! I know it hurts but we have to keep your injuries clean!", Talia calls out desperately, one hand going to her belly as the infant gives a strong kick, like it can sense it's parent's distress. It's rather distressing to her when he finally lays still, only his nostrils twitching. She watches as he hides his head before getting close to him again, noting the odd twitches going through him as the others work on cleaning him up. "Sya, I'm right here by your side." A gentle touch, along with love and reassurance. And little  bit more of her healing to ease the various aches through him. It's many long hours before the others have down all they can for their lord, including setting his broken leg. All that remains is his dislocated jaw, which would require him to unbury his head.