The wait wasn't entirely unfamiliar to her. She was always waiting at home in Konoha. Her family preferring to leave her waiting and squirming than give her a clear directive. From his lack of movement one way or another she knelt down, the jar on the floor between them.

She nods her expression shifting at how her actions seemed to puzzle him. He wasn't an exception, she'd done for others that had been injured after the round closed, there was no reason not to do so for him as well. "The wound looked like it would need attention. I'm surprised no one has seen to it yet." Her very tone speaking to her disapproval that they would leave one of their own to lay wounded for so long. Of course it was only an assumption but she could still smell the light hint of blood in the room and he was still wearing the same shirt from before.

"Has anyone seen to it?"