He squints against the sudden brightness of a lantern, and tries to make out features beyond a blurred silhouette. The voice is unfamiliar, but when he hears the words Cullen gives himself permission to drop the shield between them. Most attempted murders do not feature 'I know a healer' in their attempts. He needs to believe that this still applies.

"Should've watched where I was-," He swallows. Feels the difference starkly now, between the cool morning air, and the warmth that leaves him from the wound, pooling in his boot. Maker, he's regretting those movements.

Cullen braces himself against the tree, ready to sit down cautiously, when the man's last words reach him. His head pounds, but not so badly that it cannot bring a suspicion to his mind. There are only so many people here, only so many who have the skills to help. And only so many of them in robes.

Perhaps some murders do start with 'I know a healer', after all.

"Waitno. Clinic. They k-- They keep a clinic on the first floor. Someone- someone there."