"It's nothin'," he muttered gruffly, even though it very clearly was more than nothing.

His hands fiddled with the wrapper on the bandages, worrying at the inside of his cheek with his teeth as he carefully peeled the backing from them and pinched the wound gently closed as he stuck the bandages down.

"This oughta hold," he said, "Long as you don't go picking at 'em."