oopsie daisy!

"Calm."

Sayuri is soothing, not demanding nor condescending. The blood soaks the water and washes away, yet the boy does do as he is told. He does not dip it into the waves. She stares as he begins to lick, the soothing motion of the repetitive action slowly closing the wound. Licking it the right way, even, would harden the blood flow.

"Can one walk to the other side?" she asked, glancing at the nearby shore. Sayuri pressed against the boy to give him some balance "if one steps here, the salt will burn one's wound. I can get moss on the other side, along with other herbs. I can bandage it well" Her pool-like eyes lifted, giving a nod to land. He would do his best to walk, surely, or hobble there. "you shall not bleed out." She added, recalling his panic.

"Speech"
2/3 - treat patient