"Hey, it's not my fault I'm just a little drink container!" He gave a small pout for good measure, but couldn't hold it long.

It was sloppy, but he'd stopped the bleeding at least. He could always go back and do a prettier job later.

He was tugging his shirt's collar back into place when he... checked. Okay. He quickly focused elsewhere.

"Besides, that was... better... than the arm. In. ...Ways. Why not mend it with a little extra magic elbow grease?"