Harry finally glanced back at Jalil when Remus said he needed to be cleaned up, and when he noticed that Jalil was looking down at the floor with narrowed eyes he figured the other man was lost in his own thoughts, and came forward to snag the rag out of his hands, then came back over towards Remus. "Why don't you go get some bandages?" Harry asked, loud enough to jerk Jalil out of his little funk, and the darker man looked up and lifted his chin.. before moving to leave the room again, this time without a word. Harry watched him go before looking back down at Remus. The last thing the werewolf needed right was to have Jalil stare at him like he was some sort of a freak.
"Prewett came in and healed you up the best he could. Then he left." He wouldn't tell him why he'd left. "Said you'd heal faster, with the spell. So I'll clean you up," As he said it, he brought the rag down to his right pectoral and began to wipe at the blood there, still wet enough to wipe off easily, "And when your friend gets back, I'll bandage you," Harry couldn't remember Jalil's name. "And I'll stay here tonight. Is that alright?"