"Here," She tosses the woman's scarf at him, then takes a deep swallow from the skin... alright, maybe another— no, enough. Focus, "How's the bleeding look?"

Compound fractures were always a mess; if the bloodloss didn't take you out, the infection might. Magic healing or not, it wasn't going to save the kid's leg if the damn thing went septic. But Shepard was only equipped to describe the outcomes, not to prevent them; her training had been about the business of causing such injuries, rather than the opposite.

All the more reason for haste. Add to that, the kid seemed to have just noticed that their savior wasn't human, and was not enjoying having that added to the day's horrors.

"Hey, hey look at me. Right here. You got a name?" The boy looked confused for a moment, eyes darting between Shepard's face and Garrus'. He took a breath, when Shepard did, and answered shakily.

"I—I'm Yusef."

"Okay, Yusef. I'm Shepard, this is Garrus. There's been an explosion, but we're here to help you. Now, you're gonna breathe," She inhaled, to continue, but the boy inhaled with her, and she nodded. His smile seemed almost involuntary, mirroring hers, and Shepard gave him a nod for it, "Good. This is gonna hurt, but you are gonna handle it. Then we're gonna pull you out by the street, where you'll be more visible for the medical team, you got that?"

"You will not stay with us?" This was the mother now, full of her own uncertainty. She had more of her wits about her; everyone had heard of the summoned, of course.

Shepard glanced back at Garrus, as if in confirmation... But the answer was obvious.

"No."