He went and grabbed some cold meat he cooked the night before out of the ice box while Pup followed behind and threw it on a pan and heated it up, once warmed up he sliced it into tiny pieces and put it on a plate "eat up buddy gotta stay nice and strong so I can teach you how to hunt." he said petting his head. He walked back to the bedroom "hey how are your hands? Any progress?" he asked leaning against the open door.

"Hurts just the same... but maybe looks better. When you will be changing bandages I will know...", he muttered, rolling to his side so the other wouldn't be able to tell just how upset he was.

He slapped his forehead "oh my god I'm so fucking stupid I'm so sorry." he said running out of the room and grabbing everything he needed to clean Shiro's hands and ointment and change Shiro's bandages. He nearly tripped running back to the room, he placed the stuff on the bed and sat next to Shiro.

"Hey.. It's fine. I didn't mean it like that", protested the elf, just hearing and seeing just how much the demon cared and feeling stupid. "I'm just... depressed.. a bit."

"Alright let me see your hands, why are you depressed? Is there anything I can do to help?". He asked with a frown on his face.

"Because without my hands... I can't even put my clothes on.. or wash... or just anything", he sighed, pushing out his hands so it would be easier to change bandages. "So yes.. I'm depressed.."

He unwrapped the bandages ans cleaned of the old ointment and applied a good amount of the paste around Shiro's hands carfully. "Is there any kind of magic you can use to heal yourself?". He felt horrible hearing how Shiro felt mainly because he blamed himself for it.

"I'm not a priest so no.. And I'm too young for that kind of magic. Mixtures, ointments and such.. but it's all..", he sighed, shaking his head.

He applied the bandages carefully "Damn that sucks, I'm going to do my best to keep you comfertable."

"You sure? It's quite irritating, right? To take care of everything and anything?", he asked, smiling sadly.