The Floodlands I'm with the band.

There wasn't much more he could do until Raven arrived, and Towhee seemed to be slowly circling the drain as well, but she still wasn't quite as critical as this Roz chick.  Yet.  He wasn't sure how much focus Towhee had at the moment, but he also wasn't sure he could use his other front paw to put pressure on her wounds as well nearly as easily while also trying to keep Roz from bleeding out, I need you to stay awake and keep your head up if you can. -- Roz, if you can hear me, can you open your eyes?  The responses seemed to be not great at best, and absolutely none at worst.  Lovely.

But then Raven appeared, which was a definite relief even if he shouldn't be considering everything fine until everyone was patched up and conscious.  Once she was done dealing with Towhee, Raven asked her to clean Roz's wounds.  He hesitated a second.  Roz was a stranger, and there was that momentary voice in the back of his mind saying something like, 'But you don't know where she's been!'  Ugh.  But he had to.  Quixote did his best to radiate out from that major wound on Roz's hip so he wouldn't get in Raven's way as she worked.  At some point, Roz jolted to consciousness, Quixote didn't know which of them had touched a tender spot.  Whatever, at least she wasn't keeling over dead, Welcome back, but hold still so she can work.

Once he was done, he still hovered around in case Raven needed any assistance, checking on Towhee to make sure she wasn't obviously backsliding.  Okay, he also really wanted to go wash out his mouth, but what was the point if something else happened?  There were still a few remaining logistical questions too, like how long it'd be before Roz would be able to move.  He didn't know the pack she was from, but it was definitely not here, and that probably meant it was gonna be a pretty long walk back to wherever.