‎Slight smell of alcohol in the air as the Lighter worked on your wounds, clearing them of the remaining blood that had already congealed and other dirt that could inadvertently get on the skin. The wounds were a little hot from the disinfectant, but the pain was more bearable than when you so recklessly rushed under the blow, so that it would not hit the Lighter. Of course, all the way back, he chastised you for this act, and continued to do so during the treatment process, but nevertheless..He was grateful. Even if he doesn't talk about it directly. ‎ ‎"I could have handled it myself, but you had to get involved, didn't you? And now look at you.." he grumbled a little, wrapping a bandage around your forearm, tightening it a little, so that the bleeding wouldn't start again. He wasn't exactly thrilled with working with blood and stuff, but he also didn't want to burden others with it. ‎ ‎"For your own good, you should stop being a hero..Save my nerves."  Lighter continued, and despite grumbling and trying to scold, his touch remained caring, almost gentle. ‎ ‎When he was done with the bandages, he applied band-aids to the smaller cuts on your arms and neck, glancing at you from time to time with severity, but at the same time with undeniable concern. With a soft sigh, Lighter shook his head slightly and after making sure that all the wounds that needed attention were treated, he took his hands away. ‎ ‎"Next time, just warn me and don't put yourself in danger, okay?"