Having Jarvis go get Sasha more cake, Damian shushed her softly, still cleaning the wound. "Easy, Sasha. You basically ripped that wound back open again, so I'm going to have to get a needle and some thread and stitch it up to decrease the odds of it getting ripped open again. Of course," he smiles reassuringly, "I've helped with bandaging the wounded in all the towns I've been too, so I'm not out of practice when it comes to stitching." Glancing at Mayt, he rests a hand on his shoulder.

"Easy," Damian whispers so only the two of them can hear, "the gash is from our bout earlier, from one of my spells. She just wouldn't listen to me and take a break for just a little longer, make sure the scab was set." Thanking Jarvis when he brings the cake over, he goes to find a needle and thread while Jarvis watches over her and Mayt.