You did fine. Wouldn't have let a fucking vampire at an open wound if you weren't going to do a good job of it.

[ It's. Harsh, for what is meant to be a reassurance. He's not used to making reassurances. At the offer of help - and he probably does need help, at least for a little while longer until he's got a good grasp of how much he can move without risking the stitches coming undone again - he just sighs. ]

If you must. Do you always fuss this much, or am I just particularly hopeless?