"I think if I gave you that response, you'd call me vague," Chiron points out. He's actually happy to not pry further. It is easier to fall back into what feels like an already familiar sort of banter.

"And there's nothing done to it or for it, besides washing it in water. Could you--" he stops, wash cloth at the edge of the wound, staring at the finger there. "Perhaps not do that."