he's not even the most competent healer in the room

Though the man looks confused, baffled in fact, he doesn't recoil. Really, he's bad enough off to just... let Wake reach in his mouth? A somewhat-suffering look thrown to his mother over the bedraggled stranger's shoulder, brow knitting for a moment. This guy had to basically be on death's door, if he was going to take a licking like this and not retaliate. Hm... maybe he should have gotten Sakana, but Wake wasn't about to let his trepidation show.

Rinsing away the debris from the wounds and wiping them over with some alcohol, with little warning. That's what the pain meds were for, right? Fuck, manners-- Kestrel. "I'm Wake, I just uhhh do what my mom says." He shrugged, as if it's no big deal, muzzle pitching in Modesty's direction.

"This is going to suck for you," his gaze is brief on Kestrel's face, incredulous for a moment. Without more warning than that, Wake begins to stitch the largest of the cuts, carefully mending the wound. Well, as carefully as the boy is capable of-- the first stitches are close together, and quite even. As he moves down the wound, he falls victim to the strange curve and shape, stitch length becoming inconsistent and wobbly as he works. He's doing his best, okay?

WAKE UP