Palamedes takes the gauze with a murmured thank you and cleans up what blood there still is, leaving Harrow’s misshapen skull relatively clean. “I’m ready to lever out the bone,” he tells Harrow, a sort of calculated calm having descended over him. “Once I get a better look at what we’re dealing with, I’ll ask you to re-shape these…pressure points and do my best to clean up the damage beneath each one. That should stop the hemorrhaging, and allow you to heal naturally.” He almost smiles. “Whatever that means for a Lyctor, I suppose.”