Oh wow... Tristan was all ear. His eyebrows traveled up. He wondered what had caused the rift between the brothers. "That's alright. Family doesn't always get along," he said, trying to sound neutral.

There was little point in cleaning the wound, he realized pretty soon. There was too much filth in this man's hair and that needed to be washed out first, before he could effectively disinfect. But he did not want to humiliate the poor man even further, and so he pretended to clean the wound anyway. "There. I'll have to clean it again after you've washed, to make sure nothing got in." He said. "Let me wash my hands and then we'll wait for your brother. I'll get you some lemonade, to get some sugar in your system." And more liquid. He still worried about dehydration.