[Sebastian enters, carrying both a fresh supply of handkerchiefs for the sneezing young master, as well as assorted bandages and an antiseptic he found in the washroom. A quick look at Ciel tells him all he needs to know.]
It is as I thought. No one has tended to your wounds as of yet.
[Not that any wounds are visible on himself. But it would be difficult to tell if he has any, given that his wrists and neck are completely covered.]
[In Person]
It is as I thought. No one has tended to your wounds as of yet.
[Not that any wounds are visible on himself. But it would be difficult to tell if he has any, given that his wrists and neck are completely covered.]