He just stared as she got closer and closer, apparently not bothered by what had transpired before. Wordlessly, he pushed himself off the bars and stood up straight. His shirt all ruffled in the front from having been somewhat leaned over. For the next few moments, he had just stood there with a blank face. Finally when he did actually make an action, it was to move closer to Missie and kneel down. Silently, the young looking ancient just peered at her bandaged wrist and forearm. He was gentle when he inspected it, and it was clear that as soon as he got near it he felt the desire to do something...<br/><br/>Though instead, he just nodded and stood up right close to her. "It seems it has been bandaged well, just make sure it does not get infected. We do not want you to be sick, now do we?" he said, turning to walk away. As he took a few steps, he felt that itch to go back and bite her, but he tried to ignore it...