Well - that was certainly a lot to take in. His eyes couldn't help but trace the pathways those scars made and the coloring of those burns. Questions for another time, though they kept piling up for every minute they were together.

"Oh. Is your magic working all right here? Some people have problems when they get here," he pulled out the little pack of supplies and opened it, tugging out cotton balls, bandages, and sterile alcohol. "This is going to sting," he apologized as he popped open the cap and wet some gauze. "And smell," he wrinkled his nose and came over, gently brushing the gauze over the first wound he could see.