Daemon took a moment to give her a reassuring smile, his hand lingering until some of the iciness had faded from her skin. "Good. That's good to hear. We'll get you out of here in a moment, alright? My friend is just taking care of those outside. Let me take a look at your friend in the meantime, alright?" he murmured, his voice a comforting croon.

He shifted then, crouching down beside the Captain, fingers searching out a pulse even as he carefully examined the man with Craft. He wasn't a Healer but he had basic skills. Enough years spent on a battlefield and patching up those abused by their 'betters' had taught him many tricks. The man was feverish and unconscious, the injury to his chest obvious, though someone had been clever enough to fashion a makeshift bandage for it. He had no healing brews, and there was no time to weave a healing web, so he fell back on basics, letting raw power seep into the man, his will used to speed what natural healing he could. It wasn't a solution, but it would help until they could get the man to an actual Healer.

Renji, I've found them. The female is alright but the male is badly wounded. He'll have to be carried out and I'm not sure how steady she will be on her feet. How are you faring?