[ Lune smiles dryly, tilting her chin at Gustave's reproach. She's amused by his caution as much as she understands it; she'd made sure Maelle was asleep before moving on. Lune knows she isn't the gentlest, most considerate of women, but she wouldn't upset Maelle nor Gustave like that. They have enough to contend with as is, already. ]

Yes, I'm aware. You're a good brother. [ A rare compliment, not without warmth to her tone, even as her eyes are now pulled down to his bloodied shirt. Lune sucks in a bit of air through her teeth, dismayed; the injury looks worse than she'd expected now that she's examining it up close. Now she's regretting not seeing to Gustave first. She should have known better. ]

Gustave-- merde. [ She keeps her voice low but there's no hiding the tinge of annoyance in it, stemming from concern. ] Why didn't you say something earlier? You'll be no help to Maelle if you bleed out.

[ A little dramatic, maybe, but she doesn't care. ]