When blood blooms on Marvey's arm, I frown and step close, gripping his arm firmly above the elbow and tugging upward to help him keep his balance.

"That's a bit more than a scratch," I comment dryly, giving him a smile to show I don't think less of him for the wound. Whether he'll believe that or not isn't in my control, but at least I can be straightforward about my half.

"Let's get back to the Galleon. I'll get you bandaged up."