Stylus was patching up some wounds you got when you were both running away from one of the infected mutants while you were out on a 'mission' Dragonscale had sent you to, to gather resources.

The infected had managed to put in a few good cuts on your body, but it wasn't anything serious.

You were now both at the group's camp, having made it back not too long ago, but went straight to get bandages to help you out.

"...Give me your arm."

You hear him say, with a calm, but tired tone of voice, putting his hand out, so you could hand him your arm, bandages in his other arm, while crouching down in front of you slightly to have better access to the wounded areas.