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[Must the young master be out wandering by himself at a time like this, Sebastian thinks with a sigh as, sensing his master's presence nearby, he abandons the cursory inspection of his arm. The wounds are multiple and deep (when it comes to deciding what to protect: his net of fish or his own arm, Sebastian's priorities are on point).
None seem to have snapped the bone, however - closing the wounds can come later, if it's even necessary by then. For now he'll just have to let people know not to go down to this particular bridge (unless people ardently wish to die, he supposes) in case his spilled blood attracts more mons--]