[There's a frown on his face as he examines her wounds, giving a little shake of his head, mostly to himself, as he prepares to clean them.]
This might sting a bit, sorry 'bout that. But at least they won't get infected. [He dabs at the scratches there, keeping on talking to distract her from the stinging.]
I know you'd much rather be out there, but even if my conscience wasn't tellin' me to do this, your Ma would have my head if I let you just walk there like this.