[He nods.]

It's not like we'll be able to taste that tiny bit of blood in there.

[Fear notes how cold she's still being, and frowns as he dries the wound, disinfects it, and bandages it up.]

...I'll be in the other room if you need me.

[He stands, making his way over to the bed. He kicks his shoes off, unbuckles his utility belt, slides out of the many straps and buckles of his camo, and lays face down on the bed in his shirt and pants. He hated being given the cold shoulder, even when he deserved it.]