"Let me get some things to help." He eases his bulk off of Jack after one more lick, and then pushes himself upright as he transforms. Jack's never heard the usual sound of bones crunching and flesh tearing so he won't notice that the sound is slightly off as one of those broken ribs proves a little troublesome mid-transformation and Siffleur gags as the bones press into some tender organs.

He sorts himself out and comes back with one of his make-shift supply kits, and a rapidly forming bruise on his chest, moving quicker than it has any right to. Siffleur's fully human at this point (and naked, because why bother with clothing you're about to ditch anyway) and he squats down beside Jack as he opens up the packing pouch and gets out some of the strip bandages he's made out of some of the many Hawaiian shirts, and four little cologne bottles.

"I'll heal on my own." Siffleur tells Jack, getting to work on his wrist first since it's the most inconvenient. He dumps part of a cologne bottle on the wound, but it's not the expected seabreeze themed men's scent that fills the air, but the unmistakable scent of vodka. Siffleur starts wrapping the arm nice and tight. "As long as I eat well and don't fight again, it goes quickly for me. Two days, maybe three."