Wanderer hissed as you pressed another damp cloth to his wound, making sure it was clean. What kind of moron would create a puppet that can still feel pain and be injured?

He rolls his eyes, watching you work on his wounds with delicate precision as anyone would another human. It was... odd to be handed a nurturing touch when he had nothing to offer in return. Were human relationships not most stable when built purely upon using the other? Why have you even stuck around this long? As far as he's concerned, you're odd.

"I'm used to this." He deadpans as if this were a waste of time. "I can handle a few 'boo-boo's, I'm not a child."