[ Anywhere else, he could react differently, more tenderly (how many times, now, have one of them laid kisses on his knuckles and found him something cool to lay his hands upon after incidents of touching the wrong things in the hold?). Later, even if the injury has faded by then, he will. As it is in the moment, he just looks over the burns and nods. They don't look severe. ]

If you're certain.

[ There'll be silver in the face powders as well, he's almost certain. And that's- something he'll almost certainly be adding to those nightmares. Fuck. ]

On to the Matron's quarters, then. I suppose the family records deserve to know what it could have possibly been that turned even Leon Belmont's stomach.