"That's no excuse," he replies sharply, a contrast with the care he takes with the bandages. His nose wrinkles as he looks over the wounds. Clean is good, at least.

Tsuyukusa pulls out some salves from his belt pouch, and an envelope from which he removes a couple of strangely fresh looking leaves.

"...oi," he sighs as he notices her starting to drift, but he shakes his head, carefully applying a leaf over the worst of the cuts. He adds some salve for the burns before he begins to bandage things up again, as securely as he can manage.