The Balladeer tilts his head to one side, the better to let her see the wound. "It feels fine." It looked a lot better this morning, at least, though he hasn't paid it much attention since. It's good that it wasn't such a bad cut after all. He may not have been tending to it very closely. "Think it hurt Steven more than it hurt me."

He knows by now that Steven hadn't meant to hit him quite like that; he never would have suspected he did. It must have been scary. Head wounds bleed a lot, enough that he'd just thrown out the shirt he was wearing rather than make any effort to clean it. The kid feels worse than he should about it.

"It'd be okay," he says idly, turning his attention to his bruised knuckles. "If I did get hurt. That's better than someone else - he'd kill someone if he thought it'd help."