[Nearly Free Clinic]

Through a bizarre combination of luck and un-luck, Seraphina got hit in one of the few places where she could get a chest-wound and not hit anything that is necessary for herself. Just fatty tissue and maybe some milk ducts. No muscles or structural parts, so it doesn't significantly impede her ability to help the half-elf. She's torn between feeling a lot of pain and a lot of numbness, so.

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"Y-yeah, no problem," the cloaked woman says, going towards the alleyway. She bites her lip hard to distract herself. "Just happened to be nearby. 'M sure you would've done the same if the roles were swapped."

Before giving the half-elf time to confirm or deny the assumption, Seraphina says, "Okay, nearly there. I'm going to help you down then, okay?" Once they get to the relative safety of the alley, she helps the half-elf down again.

Which is completely necessary, because it lets Seraphina handle her own injury. She stands back up, and bunches up her undershirt to her wound. Then using up her left hand, she applies lots of pressure and holds it in place.
"Okay...triage..." she says. Triage, triage, triage. What needs to be done, and what can't be done?
She glances at the gnome. "What do you need?" Seraphina asks, directing her question towards the gnome. She, then, looks back at the disaster zone of a street, looking if there's anyone else who (1) can't get away on their own, (2) will die if they stay as-is, but also, most importantly, (3) will probably survive if they can get out of there.