[Clementine, please. He’s trying to be cooly professional about it although all hope is lost when her question has him cracking a soft little chuckle.]

Well… [He considers the oozing gash for a good while, frowning sympathetically] …looks like that fence cut you up pretty good back there. Hold on a sec, lemme jus’ get this cleaned off an’ have a better look.

[Turning, he paws through the rucksack unshouldered and dumped onto the floor beside him and sifts through cans and supplies for a bottle of water and a scrap of cloth he had rinsed clean at a river along the way. He dampens the rag and screws the cap back on the bottle, sliding it aside before his attention’s back on her.]

Now this'll be a li'l cold... [He gently takes her upper arm, rubbing away the thin trails of half-dry blood streaking her skin and trying to let her get accustomed to the feeling before his touch moves any closer to the wound.]