Her eyebrows rose at the scar, as she could indeed identify the type of scar it was, but rather than comment she concentrated on retying the tourniquet.

"You really want to thank me, don't let this happen again. Next time I'm leaving Jake to stitch you up, so keep that in mind." She wasn't entirely sure she was joking.

With everything else out of the way, now Ema could concentrate on just cleaning the wound (as clean as it could get without any sort of antiseptic or antibacterial anything). Even though it was just water, it probably stung--though who knew, it could be nothing compared to the whole knife bit--still, she tried to be efficient about it.