Zhijiru pulled Luca's finger in front of his face to look at it. The beak of his hens were sharp, mostly because they were wild. It likely would have cut into the skin, at least. But when he saw that it didn't, his eye throbbed at him. He gently squeezed the finger, and a single drop came out. "Don't just leave it open!" Zhijiru said, referring to the wounded finger. put one hand into his pocket and pulled out some spare bandages. He licked the blood off of Luca's finger and wrapped it in a bandage. Zhijiru did it without thinking, especially since he got an infection in his eye from leaving it open at the wrong place at the wrong time. As rare as the parasite in his eye was, he didn't want to risk it on a friend-- but as the seconds went on, he realized that was probably not something he should have done, and looked away a slight bit embarrassed. "A-Anyways. There aren't much heroes here. And not any I'd have the courage to approach. Maybe if I had something to offer them in return they would consider training me."