The sudden increase in the rate of Shinjirou's breathing makes Jade pause, curious. After everything he had managed to endure, surely Shinjirou wouldn't be afraid of the sting of alcohol? It takes a few seconds for the real reason to occur to him, and he smiles to himself, amused - and thoughtful.

The wipe comes away stained with a few drops of blood. Jade tears open a new packet, beginning to work on one of the longer cuts. Shinjirou is being very cooperative; it makes everything all the easier. Jade finds himself feeling...content, though it takes awhile for the realization to come. It's rare for him to tend to someone like this. He's not a healer - the furthest thing from it, in fact, with no aptitude at all for healing artes but plenty of skill in destructive spells. The fact that he's able to care for someone like this is a revelation to him.

It doesn't take him long to finish. When he does, it takes him a second to draw himself out of the calm that had settled over him and assume the role of Shinjirou's master once again.

"Good boy." His own voice sounds distant in his ears. "You can go rest. I'll bring you some water."