Karlach hadn't noticed in the middle of a fight you'd gotten swiped on your side by a worg. You hadn't said a word until all of you had set up camp and night had fallen. She had been watching you take off your armor, suspicious you were hiding something because of how stiff you were moving. She'd seen the flash of the wound as your shirt lifted up with the leather.

"The hells?" She whispered under her breath. Why would you be hiding it from everyone else? Out of respect she didn't say anything until everyone had separated to their respective tents. She made her way to yours and tapped you on the shoulder. "You're hurt. Please let me help."

Karlach knew all about pride, especially for an adventurer like yourself. Being injured so badly during a fight with goblins could be humiliating. She wasn't going to let you try and wrap the wound yourself though. "Just lie back, I can stitch it up and wrap it. Okay?"