"What did you do to yourself now?" Stone demands, dropping to a loose-limbed crouch next to Ashford's crate to peer at his bandaged leg, tongue flicking out to taste the air for any scent of infection. He's lost a number of people he'd latched on to, since his arrival here. He's not about to let this one get sick from a wound.

Even if he doesn't actually know how to fix that sort of thing.

Looking narrowly back up at Ashford's face, he adds, "Or did something do that to you?"