The Octoling had seen injuries, but never to this scale. On her world, all the combatants were made of ink, so they would either recover quickly or explode and die. Between the two, she thinks that dying may be the better choice. A quick respawn later and your body is right as rain. It is only when truly catastrophic physical damage is done that they would be given lasting injuries.

Humans, it would seem, were not like that at all. Their wounds carried. Each scar was a story of a fight in their lives. She looks over the broken and blistered skin, knowing that he too would have to carry that with him. It was a difficult thing to see.

A protective covering would serve well, gauze, perhaps? Oh, and maybe some sort of medicine to help with the broken skin. She'd have to rely on Galo to confirm that she wasn't going to cause more harm, because frankly right now she's flying on the seat of her tentacles.