Stanley left a bag in the hallway and went out to get it. It contained a few magical tools that he would need for what he was about to do.
When he made his way back into the room, under the watchful gaze of Sir Gunnar, he took a seat in the chair Arthur once occupied since it was closest to the girl's wound.
After the mage pushed the blankets aside and lifted the child's tunic once more, he placed glasses on the bridge of his nose and squinted through them to get a better look.
His posture was curved as he leaned forward. After all, he was an old man and had gotten used to bending a certain way over textbooks and magic spells as he continued the lifelong study of mana.
Over his glasses, he looked at the knight.
"Get a maid," he said. "I will need towels. It will get messy."
Gunnar nodded and went to the hall where maids were already passing by. He knew that Agnes was the one who had worked with Irene before and requested that she help once more.
