"Neither of you are really in a position to argue. Now both of you just breathe and let me work." God spare him immortal love-sick teenagers, more when they both needed medical care.

"No one is dying today, all right? This wound needs to be cleaned so it can heal properly - that is best done in a hospital as it is minor surgery but I am equipped to do it here, if needed. But there will some recovery time. This is normally a mortal injury."

He completely ignores the look - he's had worse and is hardly concerned.