That's a long time for a facial cut to still be bleeding. Definitely needs stitches. The Soldier gives Rosinante's shoulder a brief touch, a couple fingers of squeeze, then hurries to the kitchen for some clean rags and a bowl of water. The needle and medical thread are already in their pockets, habit ever since the time they shot Scarlett, kept up during this mess in case they ran into someone injured or had to stitch themselves up.

They're back in record time, already soaking the rag. "You should have waited for a partner," they say flatly, standing over Rosi because sitting would put them too low to get a good look at the wound. "You could have avoided getting this hurt with someone to watch your back."