His pale green gaze flickered up to regard Kerrigan as she cut the bandages off. He'd done what he could in order to clean himself up and bandage his wound, but he knew that it hadn't been enough. That was why the blood had continued to seep through the wound. Yet the thought of having sutures was unpleasant, to say the least. Having to put a hot compress on his wound two or three times a day would make it difficult to hide his injury from his father, but he'd simply have to do what he could to avoid that.

Yuri did what he could to ignore the stinging pain from each of her dabbing attempts. With his gaze lingering on her kneeling form, he couldn't find any dismissive words or veiled scathing remarks to deter her from her work. There was a distinct lack of anything there to his surprise, which was why he remained sitting there silently while she did her job.