Alistair had never seen a wound from a gun. It seemed like it was akin to being shot by an arrow, with no way to pull it out with any sort of ease. It was another time when he found himself wishing Wynne was here - wishing the good sort of magic was available. He was sure it'd be able to fix even this.

"Is there a way to cover it temporarily?" Alistair suggested, because he certainly had none on him. "This is just a guess, but I think that person out there isn't the type to politely wait until we gather ourselves."