(Sorry, had a weekend event, and am just now fuctioning again)
He could see her hesitate, but let her work it out in her own mind. "They're not expensive," he supplied, as she finally took it from his hand. He watched her face as she wrapped her thumb up, noting the small wince. He hoped that it wouldn't be hurting for long, though.
"I'm not a doctor," he said, frowning just a touch. "I am an energy healer, though, and that looks like a pretty nasty cut. I'd hate for you to have to get stitches over some chicken." He sat down next to her, and watched the blood bloom through the handkerchief. It really must be nasty, for it to be bleeding like that. "This may sound strange, but I am going to ask you for your full and willing consent to being healed. If you would like me to proceed, please answer yes, and then I'll get right to work on it." This wasn't a life or death emergency, so he was obtaining permission. It was one of his little rules for himself. It was far too easy to just slip into 'fix it' mode, and not think about it, but he did his best.