[Shepard is ignoring the blood, for now. She can get him tissues or something once he's feeling a little better. A breakdown is more pressing than a split lip ever will be.]

Find somebody who can treat it. There are pills, and from my own experience, talking it out helps too.

[She sighs softly, wondering to herself if they're going to be able to find a psychiatrist in this damn place. Cross species medication is half impossible. But she doesn't intend to stay here forever. Screw the world-fuckery, there's got to be some way to get Cam professional help, even if she has to tear her way into another world to get to it. She's never been one to let the word 'impossible' stand in her way.]

And until we figure something out... You aren't alone. I've got your back.