He glared at the scars and open wounds. They caused a growl to trickle from him as he set about examing the injuries, "How where these made?"<br/><br/>He feared they may need stitches more so than a bandage with their length. Eirin gathered a needle and thread before setting them in the sink and pouring a quarter of alcohol into it then adding hot water. Letting the items soak for a bit her handed her a towel, "Put the towel over the tank and lean on it. Do you know if you are allergic to pain killers?"