He shuts his eyes as her hand moves from his. It was the wrong thing to say, and he knows that, but it was the honest thing to say. Too many people lie to Morgana, he thinks. He's not going to become one of them.

He looks back down to her wound and starts dressing it, slowly wrapping the bandages around the gauze, making it loose enough that she can move her arm, but tight enough to keep it in place. He doesn't want any influence of the Master trying to scratch at it or hurt her as she heals.

"I think if you keep this clean, keep it dressed, it won't scar," he says. "You'll be right as rain."