As gently as she could, Dinah wiped off the blood, hissing through her teeth when the wound bled a little, but choking back another 'sorry' as inadequate. One sock, two, tied tight around what was left of the shaft, padding it so it wouldn't get knocked around easily, and soak up any new blood.

"Done. Really done." Dinah felt like falling down right there, but she crawled around to check on Priestly, pulling another too-big and ridiculous blue shirt with her. "I want to put your arm in this, tie the sleeves around your neck. To try to keep your shoulder from moving, okay?"