Moonspear as the wind guides your paws

The pale knight dipped his head with a slow appreciation for the discovery; any more and he feared it'd start spinning. I would, if you don't mind. he panted, sitting down. He regretted that instantly, having wounds that laced his sides. But as much as he wanted to proclaim that it hurt, he did not. It was obvious in the small yelp that he couldn't quite muffle under his breath. 

Are you a healer, perhaps? Did you check over the girl?