She catches the smell of the blood before the sight of it even hits her, and in her adrenaline fueled state, she is having none of anyone just waltzing past her injured like that. Especially with a head injury. With a stern look, and stubbornness of a thousand oxen, she reaches her hand out and grabs Siebren's arm. It matters very little to this 5'9 ball of stubborn bird in healer mode that he's much taller, and likely far more muscular, than her.

"You are going nowhere, not until I treat that head injury and any others you may have. Sit. Or come with me to the medical car."