"Perhaps. Those that I knew who could engineer something advanced is long gone," he murmured. That didn't mean that someone else hadn't taken their place, but prosthesis was not something he had to be concerned about. He supposed that he should because of Maul, but his go to would have been Varian. Currently, he was giving space to everyone in the household where he could.

"Relief is not guaranteed, and even if it happens, we don't know how long it will last." After all, they didn't know why Luz was bleeding into every joint she had. He was finishing up with the knife and handed it to her to hold. "Don't drop that."

He was back to digging through his pack. "No, I have anesthetic ointment. That should keep you from screaming your fool head off." Of course, he would have just gotten on to it himself, but he understood few endured physical pain as he did. He pulled out packet which he ripped the top off and smeared some of the translucent ointment on the side of her exposed knees. It would take about fifteen seconds for numbness to set in.

While that occurred, he was back to pulling out wades of gauze, expecting they would have to mop up the mess that was about to be made. "What... blood type are you?"