[He's too late to intervene. Martin is running, his movements frightened and erratic, and some distance behind him there is a woman, bloodied, stumbling. Koltira wants to go after the child, but he knows that can't be a priority right now. Cursing, he hurries forward from some ways down the street, already reaching for the bandages in the pouch at his belt.]
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Keep still--I will help you.