[ Jaime doesn't turn immediately the way the boy does, distracted as he is by tightening the first knot with his teeth pulling the bandage taut, but when that order of business is taken care of he looks up over his other shoulder to meet the stranger's gaze.

He frowns first, at the question. Instinct tells him to say "no", that he's just fine, but with his flesh fingers tugging the end of the bandage from his mouth, he supposes he must look a sorry sight. Jaime doesn't quite smile, but he does nod his head. ] ...yes.

[ The boy doesn't seem to be too keen on strangers, grip on Jaime's cloak tightening enough that he feels the pull around his neck. He doesn't seem to know what to think of this new person.

Jaime, however, urges him gently to move to the side and make space for the woman to stay beside them. The man they're bandaging looks up when she settles; he's already had burns on his face tended to, bandages wrapped diagonally around his head. His eyes catch the Green in her hair pin before he looks away again. He thinks she's Blood.

Jaime, however, pays this aversion no heed, addressing the woman properly instead. ] I'm not sure if the injuries are serious enough for healing [ what with the fact that Jaime, of all people, had been allowed to tend to the man ] but tying these things takes too much time with my hand.

[ Which is to say he'd appreciate the assistance. Not that he'll say so out loud. ]