Seeing the injury inflicted on the poor man, Sophia subconsciously raised her hand up to her chest area where the hole was. By the look on her face, she wasn't sure if she had the serious medical care they needed for this. She opened her mouth as if to say she couldn't help, but then buttoned her lip, catching herself as she didn't want to admit she couldn't do anything. After a long pause, her eyes opening wide like she'd thought of something as she replied.
"If he can make it long enough to get to the place we're going, is there something there to help?" She asked, trying to think of a solution. Corporal Taylor would have eventually answered back that if they could get Private Ignatyev back to base, the station they were heading to did have the necessary supplies to save him. And with that, Sophia's goal was lowered from something out of her bounds, to something she had a chance to achieve, her mind set on what she needed to do.
She quickly walked over to the fallen soldier, her level two shield already forming on her left hand as she stooped down to the private's side. "I need you to tell the people where we're going that they need to prepare that stuff, and for us to go as fast as we can there! He's going to make it!" She announced back, almost resolute as she started forming the white chocolate in the shield's membrane, the brown chocolate orb passing back and forth through the inner membrane of the double layered shield. Once it was white and shining brightly, Sophia laid her hands down on the wound, not trying to remove the injury, but prolonging the time it would take to succumb to his injuries.
Gwen would smell the chocolate smell coming off the spell, but would be quite a bit less than she'd expect with the amount of chocolate Sophia was using at the moment.