Oh? I was wondering what that pain was... [He attempts his usual laugh, but it comes out as more of a wheeze. The press of the handkerchief against his side doesn't give him much pause, even though it's quickly soaked through by the blood still seeping from the gash beneath his robes.

What does is when the other begins taking off his own clothes. His eyes narrow slightly, and he forcibly reaches out to place a hand on Kid's much shorter head, keeping him pressed far enough that he can't apply the make-shift bandage to him. He uses his grip to make the other look up, chartreuse eyes peering into the single gold of Kid's.]

Put them back on. You'll need those, even if you can't feel the cold now.

[His thumb nail traces the very edge of the bandage covering the other side of his face.]

Who did that?