Inigo's face is starting to grow so pale. It's not like he hasn't seen mangled bodies before - he's seen it much more often than he'd like. But usually those bodies were pretty much dead, not sitting up and talking as if nothing is going on. As if that leg isn't at the worst angle possible.

Oh Naga. What did he do. What did he do.

"I'm-- That's--"

He stammers a few words, but can't seem to form a full on sentence. All he can do is stare at that leg, and he scrambles to stand up in a hurry.

"H-Here, let me help you! I'll get you to the medical carriage!"