Seto presses his lips in a thin line as he holds his injured arm out. He absolutely hates feeling vulnerable, and he's bracing himself for a lot of pain. But it could absolutely be worse. Esteban is careful, and remembers what he's forgotten---thanks for that. He manages to flash a little appreciative smile despite the sting of the disinfectant.

He lets out a little sigh of relief when it's finished, carefully pulling his shirt back into place. And of course he now can't afford a replacement.

"It's great. Thank you," he says, ducking his head a little. "But if we're going to rest we should probably find shelter first..."

All the fortified buildings are overfull, but there's some relatively stable rubble they can rest in, maybe. "Sure you're all right?"