[Mordin touches the green spots with his fingertips, holds his blood up to his face for closer examination. He frowns.]

Yes. Minor cuts. Easy to heal with- wait, no, altered abilities. No medi-gel! More difficult. Will have to improvise bandages.

[The Salarian sniffs, then starts tearing off some of his robe's cleaner parts for use in binding the cuts. So inefficient.]

Need you to watch for more threats. Performing first aid, shouldn't take long. Also- didn't get your name before interruption.

[The firewall raised by Mordin's spell is dissipating now, the magically-conjured flames dissipating. There's no sign of the third raptor, but it's surely out there somewhere. Waiting. Hunting.]