"Just get it over with, please," he said, nonplussed but not demanding either, just tiredly. If his wife could give birth to his son, who, by the way, was not a small baby because surprise, he took after his father in how long he was at birth, he could sit there and get his hand stitched. He shot Kitty a worried look and murmured, "You should rest, my love. You are still healing from Abe's birth." And then he looked to his brother and his brows furrowed a little. He looked to Tristan and said, "I'll do it." he took the cloth and pressed it to his hand, sweat starting to dribble down his forehead as he raised both arms up, one hand pressing cloth to the other.