[Astrana's Office]

Siana's hand flies to her mouth. "I did? Oh, Lords, I'm so sorry!" She moves toward the edge of the circle Olvisin is on, but wisely stops a few feet away. "Oh, that looks... really bad... I should get you a bandage or something."

She looks around interior of the circle for something to offer. With her clothes destroyed, there were plenty of rags to choose from... all of them covered in gross. There was no way bandaging Olvisin with them wasn't going to make the problem worse.

"Um... um..." She keeps looking, frantic, but finds nothing. "Uh... keep pressure on that! You don't want to bleed out!" She calls. Then she realizes another concern that might be going through Olvisin's head and moves to address it. "Don't worry! I'm not contagious!"

She paces around the circle irritably, looking for some solution to the bandage problem. So far, no luck... she just keeps retreading old ground, figuratively and literally. "So sorry, so sorry!" She keeps yelling.