[Aha. Well it's back down to the floor first, needle in hand now, brow furrowed at the wound.]

Hold still, then.

[He has not actually stitched too many wounds closed in his life, but they were all taught how to keep each other alive post-battle in the event that their resident magic users were unavailable for whatever reason. Or refused, in this case... He glances up again to show he's listening, then looks down for sewing circle time.]

She owed you the courtesy of offering, at the very least. [for stabbing!] That aside, if you had been hurt much worse than this...