Mr. Prewett was God sent, Malou found herself thinking as he handed over her wand and reticule. She wiped her hands on her skirt to grip her wand without it slipping from her grasp and then quickly washed the wound with water. It was going to be stitches and a potion. But she didn't have those with her. Best she could do at the moment was stop the bleeding and cover it. Then she'd have to see what potions Sanditon kept around. With sure hands Malou reached toward the top of the leg and deftly tied the fabric in a tight knot in a turicate.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw fabric flutter down on the woman, and a she sent a silent prayer of thanks up. The man in her grasp however became agitated at this and began to strain against him, the fabric loosening and the blood pouring faster. Malou took a deep breath to calm herself, "It's alright." She murmured soothingly, reaching for the man's hand. Nothing was alright but it was the only thing she could think of. "I need you to stay still." She continued in the same gentle voice. "She would want us to take care of you." Malou had no idea if that was the case of not, but she had to say something - anything to get him to calm down.

Then she went back to more bindings. Her petticoats were still an option. But she needed something. She let go of the man's hand again and tightened the strip of fabric to staunch the blood. "We're going to need more bandages."