[Though the command earns a raised eyebrow, it's the sudden self-correction that catches Fenris' interest. It's good in that the other elf clearly knows he overstepped (although of all ways to overstep, an abundance of caution isn't so bad), but it's interesting, too. Interesting that he can overstep, frankly, if he's so fresh out of enslavement, and distantly, Fenris approves.]

I did not mean to go near it. But it juts out of the landscape regardless, and we will pass some sooner or later.

[Gentle: not a correction, but an explanation. A moment, and he adds:]

You will have more luck if you use water, you know. Dried blood is stubborn enough to get out as it is. And injuries rarely clot if you let them bleed freely.

[He inches closer, one hand held out expectantly: give it to me, and he won't pull nor assume, but the offer is there.]