Cyrus frowns back at Trish, concern is evident on his features as he looks her over. He'll cough as he moves a bit closer, metallic arm and leg clinking heavily against the ground.

"Yeah for you and a whole lot of others who've come through here. It sounds like a mess outside, you're lucky these wounds weren't worse." He really should be helping down there, he knows it, but with his health being the way it is he knows it's not a good idea.

"I have healing magic that can fix you pretty quickly, if you're okay with me using it." He knows how some people are with the whole magic thing.