Still frowning, though now because he was worried he'd hurt her without anything to dull the pain, Nathan put the bottle back and instead unwrapped alcohol pads, wiping down the tweezers and his own fingers before carefully taking her arm. He picked up a piece of gauze and dabbed at the wound, the action as gentle as he could manage, so he could be certain he saw the length of it clearly and didn't miss any fragments of glass. That gauze was set aside and the tweezers gathered up again.
"I think it's easier for some of us to look past what she can do to see Annie herself," he said, brow knit together in concentration as he lowered the tweezers and worked to slide the glass free, "having gifts ourselves." Not that having a special power was necessarily indicative of understanding, as his past attested to, but he'd come to appreciate those who had gifts even before arriving here. "But in the end, I think it's all Annie. She connected to my brother and though I felt gratitude at first for her help, that or her powers aren't ultimately the reason I think she's very special."