"Of course, Peter," Roll said, moving to his side and opening her medkit. After the creature had fallen, she had been at a loss for words and had only snapped out of her stupor when Peter had mentioned her name. She hoped her swift action would cover up her previously frozen state.
Using a medicated gauze pad, she wiped the gashes on the side of his face clean of blood and dirt. She leaned in, peering at the lacerations. "It doesn't look like you'll need stitches," she pronounced as she produced a tube of disinfectant from her kit. As she dabbed some ointment carefully onto Peter's face, she continued, "You will have to have a bandage on it for a while, though..."