Aranea smiled and gave Fuuka a gentle pat on the head. "I'm not going to take no for an answer, I'm afraid." She was quite serious. There was the risk of blood contamination like she was, and the more she treated other people without patching herself up, the worse her situation was going to get.

The troll walked over to the portable sink, washing her hands thoroughly. "If it helps, you can patch me up after you. But in the meantime, I insist on getting you looked over." She returned holding some cleaning swabs, a bit of alcohol and, of course, plenty of bandages. "Now please be a dear and hold still, this is going to sting quite a bit."