"Well, Mervin's a pirate, and he still helped me out as -" James startles and nearly drops his spoon. "R! What - let me get the first aid kit. Have you cleaned it?"

At least he's pretty confident about burns, what with his cousin showing up over the years with yavanite glow burns (eerily glowing, yes, but totally like a normal one) or simple burns from hot engine parts.

And there was the time Mervin showed up, tight jawed and quiet with a crescent moon from the handle of a hot pan on his arm and didn't talk about it.