[He asks it as Sypha hands him the flask. He can pour the water down his front, use his non-bloodied hand to wash out the dirt that has doubtlessly got itself caught in the wound. There's a horrible hiss as he does so, one that is enlongated for as long as he is scrubbing through everything.
Then there's the towel. It hurts in it's own way, but it is a little easier. Just by a hair.]
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[He asks it as Sypha hands him the flask. He can pour the water down his front, use his non-bloodied hand to wash out the dirt that has doubtlessly got itself caught in the wound. There's a horrible hiss as he does so, one that is enlongated for as long as he is scrubbing through everything.
Then there's the towel. It hurts in it's own way, but it is a little easier. Just by a hair.]