"You don't need to be Lae'zel. Oh I do love our murderous gith to pieces, don't get me wrong, but if we had more than one on the team I'm not entirely sure we'd survive each other, let alone the horrors at our metaphorical door."

There's a combination of both wry amusement and perhaps a small thread of sincerity, woven in subtly, as he presses the sodden rag to the visible wounds. Flooding them with water and seeing if whatever was inside might rinse out on its own was a good first step.

She was not going to be terribly pleased with the second and third steps. Perhaps another distraction was in order.

"Besides, you hardly need me to tell you all the things you are good at. We wouldn't have made it as far as we have without you leading the efforts of this herd of misfits and oddities." His mouth curves as he glances upwards once more, the angle a little difficult to catch her eye but not impossible.

"You're quite immpressive. Honestly, you're much stronger than I would have initially given you credit for."