Merlyn tsks, shaking his head, and lets go of Nitou's hand without standing up. With the way his head is swimming, he doesn't want to stand if he doesn't have to. "Come here, my boy. Hold still. I'll fix them." Because, really, that dressing is appalling, and Merlyn can't stand to see a job done sloppily when it can be so readily improved. Without waiting for an answer from Nitou, he reaches out to start unwinding the bandages.