[Merlin shakes his head softly, not because he fully understands, but it's a little hard to look on the bright side of anything at the moment.]

[He scoots closer, glances up at her questioningly while she unties the bandage. Merlin winches at the sight of the wound, reaches one hand forward to touch the skin surrounding it, but is careful to not touch the injury itself.]

Doesn't feel warm. And there aren't any red streaks. Still, I wish we could find some water to clean it with.

[Merlin removes the scarf from around his neck, tears a strip off and offers it to her as a fresh bandage.]

The things you said just now. You sound like a physician.