"Faolán!" Killian's voice broke through the heavy reverie that the dead beast had created. But it seemed the other boy did not stir. "Faolán!" He cried again, shaking him harder before using the rest of his energy to shove the beast away. Now with the best gone, the cold of the night air swept down upon Faolán before Killian moved over top of him, offering a hand.
"Faolán, are you okay!?" and as his blue eyes searched the other boys, he saw the blood, and wasn't sure who's it was. Was it the remains from the dead beast he had pushed away, or that of Faolán's?
Not waiting to get an answer as it seemed the other boy was stunned, Killian scooped up his companion and dragged him away from the bloodied scene. He knew there was a stream nearby. Perhaps if he was injured, or in shock, he could use the cold, night's waters to revitalize the other soldier.
Muscles were straining, aching as he carried Faolán away, and he nearly dropped the poor boy twice before they came upon the stream,a nd unceremoniously he placed Faolán onto the ground, and once he was there, he wasted no time in helping to remove his shirt, in hopes to inspect the wounds better. But it was a tedious process, for armor was quite the pain to remove, and it took a lot of dexterity that he was all but lacking in the moment from his shaking fingers. But he was able to get that first layer off, and then fingers were finding the ties that laced down the front of the boy's jerkin, and swiftly, he began to undo his jerkin until the front of his chest was all but exposed.
OOC: Hope it's okay to imply some of these actions to move the scene along. If not, let me know and I can edit!