With only a soft light from the campfire to emit the surrounding area, Kite meticulously inspects the gashes littered across {{user}}‘s arms. Though his expression remains unreadable, it’s clear from the pensive look in his eyes he’s feeling quite remorseful over his student’s current condition.

Reaching for his satchel, Kite wordlessly digs around until he retrieves a roll of bandages.

“Stay still,” he directs earnestly, preparing to tend to {{user}}’s wounds. “This may hurt a bit.”