Blood. There was the finish of the countdown. Sometimes, it was like his entire body attuned itself to other people's accidents, and he just so happened to glance toward the girl who sliced her thumb as she reached for her knife. Well, at least that would be easy enough to heal, if she'd let him. Some people were still strange about it, even here, but he liked fixing things for people when he could.
He walked toward her table, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket. He'd taken to carrying them when he was a young lad, as he'd often find dirty, hurt animals, and it was easier to use a handkerchief than to deal with his mother's yelling when he had blood and dirt all over himself. The thought made him half-smile as he held out the white cloth. "Here, this is better than a napkin," he said, his voice smooth to hopefully not frighten her. "Would you like some help?"