Garrot just rolls his eyes and lets go of Seth's hands once Haizea tells him to, and leans away as his tanktop gets tugged on. Fine. He'll probably have to throw the bloodied thing away anyway. Besides, Seth doesn't have to say a word, Garrot can read the kid's face! And between the looks of pain and shock and discomfort, Terrence seemed right on the money. Little guy didn't even cry, so Haizea should be fine! But then the Rabbit Knight had to take it a step further and mention they were this beat up after only the second monster. Harsh. The tone shift doesn't do much for Garrot, though, because he just saw reality bend to the whims of magic.

"I've got some noseplugs if you need 'em, we can't have you dying on us, Mr. Torrence!" Garrot follows up with a wry little laugh before grabbing two more medical wipes and giving Haizea his full attention. He whispers out another "This might sting a little" before sterilizing her shoulder wound even more gingerly than he'd handled Seth's. Then he follows up with the head laceration, wiping down about half of her head and scrubbing at the edges of her existing wrapping. He'll touch that up afterwards. The whole process takes a minute, tops.

"Whenever you two are ready." The words are about as confident as they can be since he saw Seth's wounds heal like they were nothing. Zea shouldn't start bleeding out, and if anything goes wrong he's right here. She'll be fine. And he trusts Terrence with this! But he's not moving, he's staying right here. Just in case.