Wylan is watching Kaz like a hawk the instant he presses a hand to his side. He doesn't move, but his eyes widen in concern and when Kaz speaks, it sounds like a goodbye. No, Wylan can't let him walk out of here without a clotting salve or something similiar. He squats down and digs through his collection to produce a jar.

Setting it on the the table, closer to Kaz, "Should help with healing and the pain, both."