She could morph, demorph. See if that healed her. It might, which would get rid of the pain as well as the blood.

It would tire her out again, too. She's doing all right, but if this is the Labyrinth's cue to make it harder on them, she won't tempt it.

Wrapping a bandage around her bicep one-handed isn't graceful, or terribly efficient. But it gets done before she pushes up to her feet.

And abruptly sets a hand against the nearest tree, blinking rapidly.

Between the shock and the bloodless, she'll need a moment.