Oh, no. That's-- that's not good. She was caught in the spray as well, and her first instinct is to walk away, especially because there's blood involved. Reaching up to wipe the warm splatter off her cheek has adrenaline starting to pick up in her gut. Blood just makes her tense up, nervous. Makes her think about all the things she used to be, used to do. She's half way to taking a step away, but she's run away from a lot of things, and if she wants to even think about trying to get help from the Inquisition, maybe it's time to stop running.

"It isn't logical," she agrees, very softly, moving to the woman's side, while keeping a respectful distance. Her Nevarran accent affects her words, makes them sound a little more disappointed, somehow. For all that she's tall, she more an awkwardly looming presence than an intimidating one, or even remotely threatening. She's already wondering, actually, just how smart or helpful this might be, before unwrapping the scarf from her neck, slowly tugging it away to hold out in offering for the woman to wipe away some of the blood. Her other hand clasps a black staff, and she looks to the offending villagers, frown twisting her mouth.

"I would say the more logical path would be for you all to leave." At least she can sound more confident than she feels. Maybe. Hopefully.