Sorrel was hardly a sympathetic individual, somewhat selfish at times and saw things simply from his point of view rather than considering the emotions of others entirely. For that reason he still remained blind to the fact that the poor girl was so scared and instead remained concentrated upon finding a way to communicate with her and do what he could for that shoulder so he could clear off back to his solitude. At last he had gotten through to her, some words he understood though a different terminology for the language. They both sounded the same though, that was all that mattered and they could communicate and get this all over and done with.
No sign was given in response to her answer however and instead he simply decided to continue with on with the task. He had nothing to offer for pain, if she was in a lot of pain nor did he have anything to help with the healing process. All he could do was clean it. "Hold still." He told her simply as he set to work. To be completely honest Sorrel probably would have left her to clean it herself if it wasn't in such a hard to reach place but he'd chosen to help as much as he could and so he would do what he could.
