She didn't like it as much as he did, and couldn't help but wish that she still had even a little bit of magic to help. How spoiled had she been her entire life? Each cut and wound had she healed over with just a murmur of words?

Rolling the discarded shirt into a ball, she pressed it against the wound. It had bled freely long enough to hopefully clean it out.

"Hold that." Standing up, she crossed the room to close the secret door to the outside. Now that there wasn't much light coming in from there, it was pointless to leave it open. Plus hopefully this would help Locke warm up a little. With that in mind, she shrugged off her outer cloak, wrapping it around his other shoulder gingerly as she knelt down behind him, beginning to search through their gear for the first aid.