[Dist let's that conversation hang, in silence, and merely lets Arietta move to an unoccupied room. He murmurs to the staff that he's a doctor, and he knows the girl in question, and thankfully they let him be. It's better this way, Dist doubts Arietta would behave well with anyone else, especially a stranger. Once she's laying down, and Dist has the necessary antiseptics and tools to address her wound, he preps her quietly.]

...Would you like a sedative? I cannot promise the process of both cleaning and restitching this injury will be without pain. You can rest after we're through.