Croach shakes his head. "I will heal unaided. You should not remain here, however. The body of this creature will lure additional predators. It would be... of relative safety to defend yourselves from within one of the rooms." He holds his bow and arrow in his semi-working hand and pulls himself to standing with the other arm braced against the wall. His wounds are superficial now, still glistening and weaving new strands of skin, but they impair him no longer. "I shall defend the domicile until you awaken."