"I brought some medicines. And fresh clothes." Surely once Silvio is clean, patched up, and has his strength back, he'll want a proper wash and some clean clothes. Until then, this cloth and bowl of water will have to do. He swiped the cloth gently against Silvio's skin, forehead, cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his chin and jaw. Then Su-jin's eyes fell on the black burn around his neck. He couldn't help the soft gasp at seeing how bad those direct contact wounds were up close. He dipped the cloth back in the bowl, wrang it out and then hesitated.

"Is it okay for me to clean them?"