Shyla rolled her eyes at the wolfman, muttering something about him being too ready to self-sacrifice, but she reached out to take his hand--or, paw. She could form the connection without touch, but it was always easier with contact.
Using Aeris's sight, she gestured for Kahroan to lower his head so she could get at the oil in his eyes, flushing them clear with a small tincture from her pack that smelled almost minty, with a hint of pine.
"And now you." She knelt by River's side, gesturing widely. "Lay down, I need to feel these ribs. You got the bullet out?"
River nodded as she obeyed. "Nora and--" She yelped as Shyla began pressing along her ribs, then gritted her teeth and breathed carefully. "Nora and Snow did, yeah."
The half-elf nodded curtly. "Good. You're lucky to be alive, you know. Doesn't seem like these actually shattered, just cracked. We'll get them bound as tight as we can, and you should take it easy for a few days. I'll have to disinfect the wound, too, but..."
She turned her head back toward the dragon. Voice softening a bit, she concluded, "She should be fine."