Faro's mostly focused on rubbing at his face as Fíadh checks herself over, until she winces. He looks up, eyes widening in alarm at the site of blood when she lifts her shirt.

And then lowers it, like she didn't just discover a hole in her back.

"Oh- you-" He points at her side as if somehow she didn't know where she's injured. Faro tries to get to his feet and finds he's a little too dizzy to make it all the way; kneeling is probably a better vantage point to see how bad the wound is anyway. "Turn, I'll llook."