[ It's a good thing that Gray, in the space of a month, has already learned how to handle Mordred. She's back to normal by the time she turns around, and will proceed to pretend the last five minutes never happened, thank you very much (and if Gray wants to keep her head on her shoulders, she'd be wise to do the same).

Picking up the bandages, she lifts them towards Gray's face; hesitating as she tries to work out how best to apply them. Much like the wound cleaning, this isn't something she's done before, or been on the receiving end of. Nobody was getting bandaged by her gauntlet-clad hands, or tying them around her helmet. Her armour protected her from ever getting too mangled, but injures were things she fought through, letting the pain fuel her until they healed — a punishment for her failure. ]

I'll start here, and then go around... that's not too tight, is it? [ Without waiting for an answer: ] Once more — no twice? — then tie it off at the back, like... this. Okay, I'm done.

[ ... After a pause, she leans in and tugs a part down, so the bandages aren't literally covering both of Gray's eyes. Nailed it. ]