Brooklyn had already been removing his coat and he set it aside. It would be a bit thicker and they might need it intact. The shirt then followed, and the gargoyle pulled out one of his blades, wiping it as clean as he could on the bottom of the coat and using it to slice it and save them time.

The most bloodied of the mess was set aside, though even that might be useful later. The coat had taken a lot of the gore from the creature, but plenty of that had gotten the shirt underneath as well. When all was said and done, there was less clean shirt than he would have liked. He began wrapping with the cleanest bits, leaving that to touch the skin while the dirtier strips could cover over it. He bit his lip to keep from hissing every time he jerked a makeshift bandage the wrong way.

When he was satisfied that he'd done the best he could for now, which probably could have been better but he considered his wounds secondary, he moved to help Nate with his. "I'm more used to fighting than you are," the gargoyle smiled weakly. "This... isn't anything."