[ he makes no assumptions, but he did see her stick close to the now-dead man upon arrival, them going together with the same group, and fighting close to one another.

he doesn't offer condolences; if he can be revived, there will be no use for them. if not, offering them won't bring him back.

at her question, he actually huffs something that might be classified as a laugh. ]

Yeah — me.

[ cataloged all his injuries, cleaned the edges of the wound, stopped the bleeding for long enough to stitch himself up.

as soon as her wrist is done, he starts gathering supplies to stitching up her arm. ] Keep your hand above your heart as much as you can. It'll reduce the swelling. And keep the splint on for a few days, preferably a week. After that if it's not better, you might need a cast. [ normal people certainly would... but he's not sure if she's normal. ]