The mention of stitches made Moana shiver. "It'll be fine. I just need to wrap it up." She tried to remember if she had something that she could use when Oliver starts to rip his shirt. "Oh, you don't have too." She didn't want him ruining his shirt considering how hard it might be for him to replace it.

"Are you sure?" It was already ripped. "Ah. Thank you."

She was usually the one being nice. It was strange being on the other side.