"Do I look alright?" The voice of the figure confirmed he was male. The sharp increase in his tone caused the figure to grip his side tighter, as blood seeped through the spaces between his fingers. The figure looked at the man from his mask, which cast a cold air around the musketeer for a short while. The figure broke his gaze from the man and pressed his head against the gate, as if trying to compensate for the pain he was feeling. "My knee is shattered and 3 of my ribs are broken. Without aid it will take me a couple weeks at most to heal. But seeing the size of this place, I'm assuming you have medical equipment."