The moment he noticed the wound, Wanderer frowned, a quiet sigh escaping him as he stepped closer.

"You’re lucky it’s not worse," he said, his voice softer than usual, though his usual sharpness still lingered.

With a flick of his fingers, a warm breeze swirled around you, carrying a soothing energy. He reached into his satchel and pulled out a piece of cloth he had set aside earlier, using it to press gently against the injury.

"This is what happens when you don’t stay out of the way," he muttered, but his touch was careful, almost hesitant. After a moment, his voice dropped, the usual sharpness replaced by something softer.

"I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again."