I almost gaped at his offer. Did he know his own ship so well he didn't need to actually see to get around? The whole offer was a bit strange. Only I would be able to remove the blindfold? How exactly did he intent to prevent others from removing it? Or more importantly, why make such an offer at all? Surely he realized that I had no reason to keep his hands bound if we were cooperating? Or was this his idea of apologizing for the open staring from before. Though he'd picked the blindfold up much earlier... was this part of some long-term plan? 
[i] It might be funny to see him manage without his sight for a while,[/i] I mused, but perhaps not practical. "That doesn't seem like a good plan. What if your... mistress calls to check in on your progress?"

I fished out the key to his shackles and offered them to him while he considered the question. I went to inspect the back of his head. I saw what might have been traces of blood--but it was hard to tell with such dark fur. Detecting my own hesitancy to touch him I scolded myself again mentally. Pushing down the thoughts clouding my mind I pretended he was any other patient and gently, but firmly, probed under his fur--which was surprisingly soft--searching for the offending injury. I located the offending bump.

"This will take 10-15 minutes," I admitted. This skill was once I had only recently begun to master. I slowed my breathing and concentrated, pushing energy towards the wound. Had I truly thought of him as an enemy this wouldn't have worked at all.