There's a nod in response, his attention shifting back to the boy. The bleeding finally stemming off, he's quick to wrap his arm up neatly, comfortably tight. He'll have to hold onto this little boy for a bit, lifting him into his arms as he stands, Sharingan active, hoping to see what other damage may have been done.

There's a moment when his eyes shut tight, almost strangely. The smell of smoke, and dirt, mixed with blood...

He'd hoped to never have to smell those three things at once ever again.