A few of the snakes' heads had crowded around his face as if the look at the cut as well without getting in the way. Still, he let Jack take his hand, blood actively flowing from the cut. He hadn't cut off a finger, but it was deep enough to be a bit of a problem- "She blamed herself for his death, that grief deep enough she forgot everything but that," and it had been enough to leave him alone.

Had been enough for him to hate hunters, laying the blame on that rather than his mother. The hunter was why the blindfold was gone and neither of his parents could react fast enough. That he watched the hunter bleed to death near the statue made of his father and the cold body of his mother before coming out of hiding.

"I- there's some bandaging I can get."