For a moment, Hinata hesitates and chews on her bottom lip before taking the pot back. The little ceramic container suddenly heavy in her hand now that she's faced with having permission to actually check on the wound. Maybe she shouldn't have offered at all, but she had and she wasn't sure if she could do it without feeling terribly inadequate. Not that she wasn't well-versed in basic first aid; and would he stop staring it was making her more nervous.

Smiling (and it probably looked as forced as it felt) to hide her nerves Hinata stood and made her way to his side. That would be safe, it couldn't be misinterpreted as her trying to injure him as she inspected the laceration.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you," she says preemptively, as much to warn him she's going to touch him as to actually apologize. She leans in a little, pulling his shirt away from his skin as gently as she can. It didn't look bad and it would probably look less terrible once it was washed and dressed appropriately.

"I'm going to need to clean it with water and soap, it'll probably sting." She painfully aware that she's blabbering and that this is something he already knows she'll have to do and leans back so she's sitting up straight again her posture perfect as usual.