No pus was a promising sign at least. He rose, a frown as part of 'the look' still etched on his forehead. "How about swelling or throbbing? Any pain?" He walked over to where he had water and soap ready and began to wash his hands. "I'm going to have to inspect it for any dead tissue, so I'm going to have to touch it, if you are alright with it?" This kid was used to being touched in even more intimate places, he knew. But Tristan wanted him to feel like he had a choice, even if a no meant walking around with a health hazard another week. "I'll be careful, but it might hurt a little." He decided not to tell the kid yet that if he did find any dead tissue, he would have to cut it away. He hoped it wouldn't get to that.