Will rubs his face, frustrated. The smeared blood doesn't help him look like the reasonable one here, but he doesn't pay out any mind.

"Deep bites on the arm, through the muscle. Unsure about the other hand. No bones fractured, from what I could tell. He's lost a lot of blood. Idiot went to our cabin rather than here."

It's only then that he clicks the scent of blood on her and realize it's hers. "Are you all right? The same lizard man got you, too?