He was trying to help, and she appreciated it, so she smiled just a little as she swept the alcohol wipe over the wound. It wasn't too long or deep, which was a good thing. He'd probably just gotten glanced, really, rather than stabbed or slashed. A few stitches and he'd be fine. Maybe not even a few stitches depending on how stoic he wanted to try to be.

"Well, the problem with not going to hospital in this case is that I don't have any anesthetics other than topical ones, so this is going to hurt like hell if I try to stitch it."