Mm... [ He's stalling, humming in his throat instead of answering right away as he stares down at Hank's hands. There's not a lot to tell about the scratches unless they get red or look infected, and by then it's a bit late, so even though it was his suggestion, he's not sure he's the best person to help spot check this sort of thing. He relies on magic, after all, to make sure he doesn't bleed out and die.

But he can't stall forever without seeming creepily fixated on Hank's hands, so eventually he sits back and hugs his knees. ]

Yeah.

[ He'll admit experience, and try to pretend it's not personal experience... ]

Sometimes it's confidence. Sometimes... you're fighting for something really important, so you forget about the danger 'cause it's not as important. Those sorts of times, it's good to have somebody watching out for you, so you don't destroy yourself. Like a team.