[His body reads defensive for only a moment longer before he relaxes and stretches his fingers out to give her his full hand for her attention. She can do what she wishes now as he lets her poke, prod, or dress his wound. He trusts her at least for as long as he can.]

The world has really moved on despite everything. [It comes off really easy given it is just wrapped and tied in one spot. It almost falls off from how blood soaked it is. He's been using this hand even after it was hurt. A part of him doesn't want her to expend the effort or get his blood on her fingers.] I do rather like my hands. I'm good with them in a lot of ways.

[He could be reassuring and let her know that it would likely heal on its own in a couple of days, good as new, but he doesn't.]