[SWE] Where Angels Fear to Tread

Isla this won't hurt a bit Isla had managed to set up a small space where people could find her, having torn part of her dress and grabbing a dry, long twig to make a sort of flag to wedge between two rocks. It fluttered wildly in the rain, a little white signpost for the medic. Through the hubbub it was practically impossible to hear much of anything, but there was something about one's name that always caught the attention. And Isla heard hers across the ashen ground where they'd arrived like the peal of a bell, and a quick glance and a few moments of confusion and... there he was. "Dodge!" she called back at the sight of him, looking instantly worried. As the coyote and a stranger she didn't recognise approached, Isla would move forward instantly to examine the young man, dismayed at the state of him. "Oh, no..." She frowned at the bloodied bandages, shaking her head and thinking nothing of shrugging out of her coat so she could draw it around him and keep him warm. "I haven't got much with me, but as soon as there's a dry place to sit, I'll take a look at you, okay?"