Should Irahl be paying attention, he might catch Seth smirking on his way back up to sitting... Though the moment vanishes quickly under another wince as his shoulder protests to being moved. Finn mutters at him to hold still before applying a thick gauze pad and doing his best to wrap the injury knowing he's still got at least two other stab wounds in Irahl to tend to.

As Seth sits there, feeling increasingly detached about the arm Finn is manipulating off to the side of his body (only mostly catching Finn's occasional order to "hold this" or "stop leaning"), something else crosses his mind that's apparently worth speaking of.

"Difficult to do."

Though if anyone manages to follow that through the significant silence that came before it and the wandering attention and the fact that some of them are busy doing potentially life-saving work, it'll be a small miracle.

"Hey, what are you doing...?" Finn asks, catching Irahl's vague draping, "Stop moving. What do you need."

Gods, Finn hopes this doesn't turn into him babysitting a couple of drunk people.