He winces slightly at the sound of the fabric ripping, glances at Faolan's hands slipping the fabric away then up at his face uneasily.

"I know," he murmurs, and he does -- although he'd rather not dwell on it honestly. It's going to hurt, and there isn't much he can do about it. It's simply a fact. Even if he goes to sleep without a t-shirt or anything he only delays having to put one on, and it might hurt more tomorrow.