Dead ones? He wasn't sure whether to take that as she poked the eye out of dead people or she had a boyfriend who had been beheaded. Either way, he decided not to persue it further. "Sit," he confirmed. He didn't want to get too relaxed around her again, and he had already randomly fallen asleep somewhere today. While he figured that it probably wouldn't happen with her prodding at his empty socket, he didn't want there to be any risk. For all he knew, this was all one big ploy to remove his brain, too. He couldn't afford to lose any more organs. At least she had brought medical supplies that didn't seem too suspicious.
Almost reluctantly, he removed the first rag on his head for her. Then the second that was covering his eye. Then finally came the handkerchief she had lent him, still tightly packed against the socket. He was careful when he pulled it away, knowing he didn't want anything to start bleeding again even if she was about to re-patch everything. As he pulled it away, he decided that how completely it had been stained was fairly impressive. Though the wound exposed to the cold again was far from a pleasant feeling. He clenched his jaw again and pinched the bridge of his nose to try and temporarily alleviate the pain.
It was too bloody and sore for him to have wanted to mess with it then night before, and in the dark he wouldn't have been able to see. Michel genuinely had no idea what it looked like now and wasn't ready to feel around and figure it out yet. "The bleeding has stopped, I think."