[ Average enough is good enough in this case, despite the critical gaze he casts over her work once she's finished. They're not exactly overflowing with medics and healers (or even apparently willing combatants? what's wrong with you, team Kenoma) so he'll take what he can get in whatever form it takes.
Even the awkward silence that ripples between them isn't offputting; he's used to people feeling uncomfortable around him, and feeling stiff himself in the presence of others. At the very least, he has the presence of mind to realize that this is awkward, and that they're probably both better off if he cuts this short sooner rather than later. It'll be easier to patch up the rest of his injuries with both hands available, and the cuts and scrapes elsewhere are much less severe.
His gaze flicks over to her, lingering briefly on her curtain of green hair, before moving away. ]
You should get some rest. There's food on the ship waiting for us, and a place to sleep.
[ Though whether or not she can eat it is another question entirely, and also not his problem. ]
THIS IS SO AWKWARD
Even the awkward silence that ripples between them isn't offputting; he's used to people feeling uncomfortable around him, and feeling stiff himself in the presence of others. At the very least, he has the presence of mind to realize that this is awkward, and that they're probably both better off if he cuts this short sooner rather than later. It'll be easier to patch up the rest of his injuries with both hands available, and the cuts and scrapes elsewhere are much less severe.
His gaze flicks over to her, lingering briefly on her curtain of green hair, before moving away. ]
You should get some rest. There's food on the ship waiting for us, and a place to sleep.
[ Though whether or not she can eat it is another question entirely, and also not his problem. ]