There it is again, or still. People giving a shit about injuries, of all things. Injuries heal, apparently just like death. The Soldier shakes their head a little with a small, kind of baffled smile. "People in Beacon are weird. Crowley got mad that I did it. Told me he had to protect me, too. Misty was mad, too, but all she wanted to do was fuss after, at least." They understand fussing. It makes one feel better after a shock.