Ayl couldn't help but laugh as she hung a piece of a demon's entrails from her own stomach, the dark humor not being something he expected from her. Soon after, he stopped moving, taking a closer look at the wounds Sam had acquired during the fight. They were pretty deep, and would probably end up causing her pain once the adrenaline from the fight wore off, but not life-threatening; at least not yet. "It's not too horrible, but we need to get those bandaged up now, before it gets infected. It could definitely cause some problems down the road if that happened. C'mere, let's get those taken care of," he said, pulling her off to the side of the road and reaching into his pouch.<br/><br/>He pulled out a small bottle of antiseptic and a roll of cloth, which he then tore two small pieces from. He took one  and brought it to her injuries, carefully clearing away the excess blood. He then doused the other in the antiseptic and held it close to the wounds; "You've probably heard this before, but it's gonna sting." After giving her a moment to brace herself, he dabbed the cloth along the length of the cut gently, trying not to agitate it any further. Once he was done with the ones on her back, he turned his attention to the ones on her shoulder, which were also fairly deep. He followed the same procedure, clearing away blood and then disinfecting it. The scratch on her face was shallow enough to take care of itself, so he finished by tearing off a long strip of cloth from the roll and handing it to her. "You should tie this around the wounds, it'll act like a makeshift bandage. I'd do it for you, but.. It'd probably be best if you tied it<span style="font-style: italic">under</span>your clothes, of course," he said with a sheepish grin, angling his head towards a nearby building as he placed the objects back in his pouch. "Promise I won't watch," he added mockingly, turning away to give her privacy.