This explanation didn't take the worry off his face, but he supposed there was nothing to do but accept it. This was a thing some people did — not usually people in Don Juan's situation in life, not usually people with money — and if it was something Hudson wanted to do he couldn't stop him. At least this was something with limits — he didn't have to worry that Dean might have died tonight. Probably.

"Go sit down," he directed. "I'll get some aloe for your lip." And his hands, presumably, if they were bandage-wrapped for a reason. Aloe was the sort of thing most people had lying about medicine cabinets, if they had any sort of first aid at all, but if he didn't find any here Don Juan wouldn't hesitate to floo back to Galway to retrieve some. He wasn't going to let Hudson just go to sleep like that.

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