Jubes nods. "Take the knife and put it in the fire." She says. She takes the scissors, and with Julian's help, strip the prince of his armor, and then cut him out of the clothes - clothes can be replaced, the heir to the throne not so much.

Once revealed, the pair of wounds - one on his front and one on his back, look much worse. Jubes hisses in a breath, trying to hold some of the blood in his body by shoving his sweat-stained tunic into the wound.

"If we cauterize it, Joshua is -"

"I'm open to better ideas. The bandages won't work." She glances at their unwilling hostess. "What do you think?"