Back done, Jade sinks to his knees, running the cloth down Shinjirou's thighs. In any other situation, he might have found it unusual - he doesn't recall ever having knelt to anyone before. But this is strictly business. Brow furrowed with concentration, he works quickly, wiping up the last of the blood.

Which leaves disinfecting the wounds. Jade moves to the first aid kit, retrieving an alcohol wipe from a packet. "This will sting a little," he warns. He's not out to cause any further distress, so he gives Shinjirou a moment to brace himself before he begins, running the wipe over the shortest cuts and nicks he can find.