Tabitha shot Mr. Wye a look as he got nearer, presumably to look at her wound further, but Tabi was in no mood. She was having a hard enough time trying to navigate her unreasonable side and keep it tamped down without his more frustrating notions. Whatever it was he was sighing about, Tabs didn't want to know.

She nearly squeaked and backed up as the gentleman knelt before her and he too noticed the blood. Did she need to sit down? The snappy retort she nearly let out was entirely unlike her and she wished for the fortitude to deal with his as gracefully as she possibly could. She had tried so hard over the years to tame the less predictably side of her emotions and this was trying every nerve she had worked to sever. "No, I'll be alright, I just need one of these." Tabi plucked one of the scraps of her petticoat from the fray and measured it up against her leg. It should be long enough to manage a bandage of sorts.

Retrieving her wand from her other pocket, Tabi did a useful little healing spell to close up the scratches, but they would need to be bound and cleaned sooner rather than later. As for now her makeshift bandage would have to do until she could get home and tend to it. With practiced hands, she wound the fabric around her thigh and tied it up. "That should suffice for now." She hoped anyway. Mending her leg was one thing, but mending the remnants of her skirts were another entirely and so she looked back down at the man before her with a helpless sort of frustration on her features.