The kind of deep breath that tries to stave off panic, teeth gritted as though that will make his other muscles kickstart, Noth crouches with a "No," grabbing his arm to keep his shoulder from sagging. The relief of having flesh freed from the mandibles barely speaks louder than the pain. Blood pours freely. The tingling spreads to the side of his torso.

"Maybe… someone."

But there isn't anyone who will make it to them in time. Even assuming someone would have a remedy.