He moved as if to scoop her into his arms, thought better of it. If she really was wounded, doing so would only exacerbate the problem.

There was, fortunately, a stool in the bathroom upon which he could set her while the bath filled, while he undressed her, removing her clothing piece by piece and not sparing the magic where it would have been easier to cut it from her body than shift her to unfasten it.

Discreetly, he also checked the threads of her body to see what actually was wrong with her.