Not the time for that kind of warning. [It's curt, but the words aren't sharp. Anita's increasingly sunk into full-business mode, which means taking care of the situation before anything else, and this is not a good situation by any means. No room for pink elephant thoughts right now.]

Hold still.

[She grapples the folded cloak around his middle, fully around once, twice and then pulling the one end over his right shoulder, before doing her best to tuck and fasten it as best as she can. It isn't as fast or graceful as she normally would be, and they only have so much time.]

That'll help with the bleeding for now. We'll get it looked at later. By somebody.