The attitude did not bother him. It wasn't how people who came to his practice acted, but he had seen it all back at the asylum. Tristan noticed that his first question hadn't been answered, but he did not push. He could make his own deductions though. The day before this young foreigner had shown up in Whitby without money, without friends or family, without the ability to speak the language. Fled from this kind of brutality? He strongly suspected it. He abhorred any kind of violence, but in this case, he would so like to punch whoever had treated Pierre like this.

He looked up again. "Most likely no. Not if it's treated properly. Though I wish..." he stopped himself. Telling the already reluctant kid that he should have sought medical help sooner was probably not going to help building trust between them. Trust was everything in these situations and he was already starting out at a deficit.

"Has it looked like this all the time? Any changing of the colour? Any pus?"