Carlisle stays close by, his eyes darting this way and that as he watches for the beasts that injured her, hoping they have found other prey by now. That's not the ideal way for a healer to think he chides inwardly: he should be hoping there are less injured, not simply wishing those hunted can get away better than he and—

And... cisth, how rude of him to not introduce himself. In all fairness, she was (and still is) wounded and he was hiding, and they are under threat of being attacked at any minute, even as they near the housing area. He waits until they're out of the main corridor before speaking, idly wondering which room they're headed toward.

"I assume you have better hearing than I do, Miss...?"