[ Ephemera checks the angle in the bathroom, frowning at what he sees in the mirror. Experimentally, he reaches for the wound, testing his range of motion. He could sew most of it up, but there's a section he can't reach.

Fuck. Cauterization it is.

He heads back out and sets his supplies out. Draws Ginia's long knife and hunts around for the rubbing alcohol and a fresh rag. Better do it properly, so it doesn't get infected. ]

I can't quite reach. Have to find some alcohol to get it clean first, then I'll get it done. Got a lighter, got a knife, it'll work out.

[ He's done this before. Many times before. ]

Hey, you're not hurt, are you? Anything that needs to be stitched up?