"Sorry for what? I doubt you intended to get yourself injured on purpose."

He twitches a smile, pushes up to rummage through a kitchen cupboard and tug down a first aid kit -- snapping it open and digging through for antiseptic wipes. Shuffling his chair around to get a better look at Faolan's shoulder he frowns a little, tracing a finger over the edges of the cuts thoughtfully before opening up a packet.

"Let me know if it stings, I can try and be gentler."