[A sympathetic wince at what he sees, and when Shiro turns his gaze back up to Fukami the smile he offers is probably familiar enough, if softer than usual. An attempt at reassuring.] We'll get this taken care of, okay? I'm sorry but some of this will probably sting.
[But better to make sure the wounds are clean even if it hurts than risk infection when heaven only knows if they have the medicine necessary for that circumstance here. So Shiro reaches for one of those red and scalded tentacles to begin carefully cleaning and daubing at the wound, applying what he's found for a makeshift salve.]
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[But better to make sure the wounds are clean even if it hurts than risk infection when heaven only knows if they have the medicine necessary for that circumstance here. So Shiro reaches for one of those red and scalded tentacles to begin carefully cleaning and daubing at the wound, applying what he's found for a makeshift salve.]