[Goddesses forbid that someone be stupid enough to try and deliver any sort of blow to one of Ghaleon's patients while he's within earshot, much less one that would cancel out False Life. Making the healer angry is generally a Bad Idea.

That hypothetical scenario aside, he finishes properly bandaging Zee, stands, and looks to the other bed. There's a beat where the healer just surveys the damage, then slowly looks to the ceiling and heaves a sigh through his teeth.

This was going to be a long day, wasn't it?]

Would someone be a dear and fetch some warm water, a few clean cloths, and perhaps a few sutures?

[He turns his gaze to man who'd just come in.]

And you. I will likely need you in a minute.