[Once the man is set down, he performs the basics: checks for a pulse, searches for anything fatal, then begins to work on bandaging up whatever he can.] That's a relief. We need all the help we can get, even if it's not fighting.

[He's entirely focused on helping the injured person in front of him, so he is mostly oblivious to Daken's stare. That is, until he happens to glance up, peeking over at the other male from beneath his bangs.

Should Daken notice, though, there's no recognition in his gaze.]

Gut. [Is what he offers before he averts his attention back to the task at hand.] If I'm being optimistic, things aren't going too badly. Now, truthfully? I don't know. My opinion has been going back and forth when it comes to who might be more favored in this battle.