[He stands then, one hand reaching out to lightly touch a portion of his arm that isn't covered in bandages. His fingers sweep across the skin, gently, grazing the hairs before he lays his palm against his arm.]
In a soothing whisper.]
Relax. I'll need to know how much damage has been done.
[A moment later, his eyes tighten and his breath constricts before he quickly pulls away, as if he's been burned.]