Somewhat offhandedly, Kuja remarks. "I'm going to start having to make notecards before long, with all the people I've been meeting lately." A moment of consideration later, and he's pulling his iMog slate out of his sleeve and fiddling with it a moment... And then there's the faint gleam of an Asterisk changing.
"Do hold still, I can't stand seeing people walking around in rags like that." He casts Cure, and for good measure throws in a cleansing spell. That, at least, should take care of the dirt and the cuts. Which he is doing because his sensibilities are being offended and for no other reason. Don't read into it.