Oh two could play that game, Ahsoka. "She's bleeding. Took a knife to the hand, and stopped most of it. Those trip wires were made like a maze or web we had to weave through." You do not get to deflect this, but he sighed and thanked Himawari as she passed him food and something hot to drink. Ignoring his stomach growling again, and trying to at least eat with some manners.

Tamaki headed for the first aid boxes and pulled out bandages and ointment. Looking between the two, as honestly both were concerning to him. Ahsoka was bleeding, but Trunks had a burn and.... Looking at the other's shoulder he winced. That did look nasty. Frowning at the younger man, and marching over to him. "She's right though. Even if she is bleeding, that," Not jabbing it, but close to as he pointed "needs attention first.

Plopping himself down beside the other, and ignoring as he ate to fish more in the first aid box. Gloves pulled on, and finding some sterile wipes, and Tamaki was reaching out with it towards the burn.

Trunks hissed, holding his food away--especially as Tamaki had reached out and tried to pull the other's arm closer, straight, jostling the shoulder inadvertently. Blue eyes glaring met purple eyes glaring, both stubborn.