Emily is caught between leering at the unknown werewolf and concern for Chris. "Yeah, well, I can handle both of those." Looking down she sees the blood just oozing through Chris' shirt. "Aw, fuck. You come over here, you." Being in her Dalu form it's much easier to slip under one arm and help the Irakka hobble away. She gently pulls up the shirt, trying to assess the how bad it is.
failure
"Listen here you," She mutters to Chris, pulling him away from the front, "I'm I'm no doctor. I always relied on holding my guts in until I could get somewhere safe. Now if it's bad, I can fix you up our way. But it takes time, and I'm sure as shit not gonna do it right here. Just tell me if you think you're knitting back together, cuz I can't tell with the blood and whatever."
I mean, he's standing. And if we stand, we're almost sure to bounce back.
She had a pack around her, meaning she could keep focused on Chris. What she really needed was to get him home, and then she could work some magic for him.