"We've had an easier time of it than either of you, or of Logan-san and Ty Lee-chan. The least we can do is help." He'd pulled out another set of gloves, and didn't ask permission, just started helping her with the cleaning of the wound. "I'm far from at all medically inclined, but at least this looks like a...clean? wound." Frowning to himself. "Clean in that it is not jagged, or looks like it has anything in it. Less complicated, perhaps is the better way of saying it." Keeping his voice loud enough to be heard obviously, and focusing on business.

Tamaki, was president of a host club. He would not claim to know either Ahsoka or Trunks well, but he did know emotions between males and females. He knew full well, from observation and an occasional question, how both felt. Therefore he was easily aware that Trunks was likely more than aware of Tamaki's proximity and manner towards Ahsoka.

So the blonde was doing everything he could to be clear that no, he was just helping. Just a friend. Even if he could tell the other was determinedly NOT looking at them, and was aware of everything just the same.

"Understood Logan, we'll contact you after some rest." Trunks confirmed, before sighing. Trying to offer less of a frown at Himawari--wasn't her fault he was grumpy. "Dunno if you ever saw Vegeta eat, but yeah...I am. Saiyans kind of run on their stomachs, and Ahsoka and I both burned a lot of energy and resources dealing with the split." Okay, so he wasn't frowning, even if he wasn't smiling, at least. "You both managed okay?"