He watched Eliot, pulling the bandage off of him carefully. "Ok so I'm just going to cut the stitches open. I need to get a bowl first so just relax for a moment." He got up, heading into the main room before finding a large bowl. He also grabbed his belt, carrying everything back into the bathroom.

He filled the bowl with hot water, tossing a washrag in and letting it get wet. He got himself situated, folding over the belt and handing it to him. "You know you're gonna need this." He mumbled softly before he started in. He cut the stitches open, biting his lip as he picked up the jar of acid.

"At least this thing has an dropper. So I don't have to just pour it over you."