There's blood. That would be irrelevant except for the internal damage that produced it. Maketh twitches, dropping the knife. It doesn't fall. Rey holds it fast. Maketh can't tell if it hit any organs or some vital piece of machinery. Rey is different, hardier than most, but she can still die.

No. Stop that. She is not allowed to die.

Maketh jerks her coat off, eyes wide, and holds it out to Rey. "Put pressure on that, damn you!"