With a nod, Cindy heads in the direction Benny (or Vanessza to her) points out and finds herself the makeshift triage room. The smell of antiseptic is strong, but that's the least important thing to Cindy right now. She hopes Benny's skill is as good as her word.

"An arrow and a couple stab wounds. At the very least." Cindy drops Rhade on the bed unceremoniously, but gently enough that he isn't jolted into having internal bleeding. "I don't think he's human."