[Syrlya drops down besides Shinji, coating a cloth with disinfectant. At the sight of the wound, he frowns. This really could use some magic or stitches, but he doesn't have the latter and the former will have to come from someone capable.]
This will sting. Try to bear it. [He reaches to gently clean the wound.]
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This will sting. Try to bear it. [He reaches to gently clean the wound.]