Don't touch.

[It's gently scolding.]

I'd be real surprised if it scars. We'll clean em, wrap em up . . . you take it easy this week, they oughta heal pretty well by next Saturday.

[He definitely is going to regret this, he definitely should clean this and take care of it now, but nonetheless he climbs into bed after her, urging her to lie back and rest a little.]

Coulda been a lot worse. You'll be okay.