"These wounds are large enough, it might take stitches to close them up properly." Still, he fishes a set of gloves out of his pocket and pulls them on. Technically these aren't supposed to be reused, but given the limited supply... he'll just have to sterilize them later.

At Legion's question, he shakes his head, frowning at the wounds even as he begins to join in the treatment process. Dragonite stands guard behind the two, vigilant for any hostile wildlife that might approach their location.

"If it's not the natives, it would have to be one of the people here, wouldn't it? I just can't think of a reason why someone might want to do this." It's not like it would help to navigate the tunnels; who would be willing to traverse the wounds they made? It seems like simple cruelty for cruelty's sake, and he wrinkles his nose in disgust at the thought.