Guts is all too aware of how grave something like this can be when he pulls away, brow creased with a grim concern. They would have to pull information out of the townspeople about this, for sure. None of the options Guts can think of are really ones he wants to think too hard on.

"Moving around too much could make it worse."

Considering the fighter she was, Guts doesn't expect Saturday to be satisfied lying down in the sidelines. Even then, he feels necessary to push his initial instinct. He isn't a magic user or a surgeon, so there's not much else he can do.

"You shouldn't fight those things again if you don't have to."