[He doesn't think he was in a much better state when Sayori and Lion helped him with his own injury—"pretty sight" or not, he's simply interested in helping his friend. By this point he's seen a lot worse. For a few moments, it seems like his attempts are working, until...
Ferran follows her gaze to her hands. She can't see herself or the state she's in, and that's probably a good thing for now. He considers the wounds seriously for a brief moment, keeping his expression neutral, but gives her a faint smile after that, moving one hand to hold hers. It's only a little blood, after all of those horrific sights. He keeps up the Thaumaturgy.]
It's just a few scratches—you'll heal up in no time, alright? [He doesn't like the look of them, even if he's doing his best to keep that from coming to his face. Still, he doesn't know a lot about wounds—they might not be worth worrying about. He doesn't know how to weigh dealing with that first versus getting out of here, so he'll let her decide.] But I can bandage your neck, if want me to.
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Ferran follows her gaze to her hands. She can't see herself or the state she's in, and that's probably a good thing for now. He considers the wounds seriously for a brief moment, keeping his expression neutral, but gives her a faint smile after that, moving one hand to hold hers. It's only a little blood, after all of those horrific sights. He keeps up the Thaumaturgy.]
It's just a few scratches—you'll heal up in no time, alright? [He doesn't like the look of them, even if he's doing his best to keep that from coming to his face. Still, he doesn't know a lot about wounds—they might not be worth worrying about. He doesn't know how to weigh dealing with that first versus getting out of here, so he'll let her decide.] But I can bandage your neck, if want me to.