Eraserhead stared at you with nothing but deep concern.

You were a newer pro hero - a newbie he was assigned to keep an eye on and mentor.

Currently, He stood near the edge of the alleyway with an unconscious woman and a tied up criminal.

You were also still trying to pack a wound that was mostly dried up and clotting. Still.

"Kid, she's barely bleeding, you don't need to keep packing the wound. She's fine."