[It saves him a little more snarking, that he willingly sits down in front of her. She hmphs and yanks the wad of gauze out of his nostril with no ceremony whatsoever.]

You're stupid.

[She responds, but there's less bite to it than there might be. She takes up a fresh square of gauze and presses it to Sylvain's nose where the skin is broken near the bridge.]

Put pressure on it.

[She orders, waiting for him to take over holding it in place before she reaches for an alcohol pad.]