[It only riles Soren up further to have Juza act like he has anything to truly be sorry about and seem so sincere about it, not to mention makes him feel worse about the whole situation. His distress cracks across his face further with pursed lips and a deeper crease in his brow. He sets his armload down for freer hands, takes his wrist and rotates his arm to better expose the patch of remaining human flesh that got slashed.]

Don't be.

[He begins to administer the salve in gentle rubs, cool and unctuous but with a mild, tingling sting against the open wound. The line of scratches shoots down into Juza's forearm as well, which is regrettable because his fur might have to get a little goopy here. But for what it's worth, the substance helps him heal faster. Soren sighs and tries and cool himself back down from getting so agitated at being helped like this.

Ike would have done something like that for him, too. Stand up for him, even if he didn't ask for it.]

Whether I like it or not, you still helped me. I should thank you. Erm... [He glances down at all the chips of precious gems and shiny things as he cleans him up.] ...These winnings are yours. I made bets on your victory, so... you should reap the spoils.