[Ravus isn't stupid, he at least made sure the wound was clean and wasn't opening bleeding still before he headed to the bar. He shifts his leg, trying to put the sole of his foot into those prodding hands, because a foot rub would be much nicer than a lecture on infectious wounds right about now.

Besides, Gladiolus owes him for the lies and slander he's spreading. He glares openly at him.]

Perhaps wandering about befuddled is your natural state, Gladiolus. I've never done anything of the sort. I message you about grocery lists and gardening, you degenerate!