He shakes his head. "Tried it. They just reform somewhere else." He might be a fount of bad ideas often, but he has some good ones. "We're on the all out defensive here."

The sight of her blood makes him a little queasy, but his words are true. Being on the defensive means that they have to take care of himself. That means patching up their wounds. So, accessing his sylladex, he pulls out the first aid kit he usually has stowed away in there and comes closer to her.

"I threw mine pretty hard, she won't be back up for a bit. Here, use this."

Swiping some gauze and antiseptic for himself, he tosses her the rest of it.

"What's yours look like?"