[ Konstantin quickly fetches the items, setting the bucket down first and then moving for the jug, the soap. A towel gets tossed onto his shoulder as well, and then he's moving to stand next to the other man, looking worriedly down at his arm. That cut. It should be fine if it's washed, right, but he can't help worrying that maybe it won't be. Infection could set in quickly around here — and they don't have access to better medicines. Vasiliy did bring some things back from Lakeside, but what if it isn't enough?

Fortunately, no matter the whirlwind of concerns in his mind, Konstantin remains a stable presence externally; he won't freeze, he keeps working. He uncaps the jug of sterilised water and places one hand on its side. ]

I can wash it for you. You just tell me what to do.

[ It's likely a straightforward task, to gently soap and rinse the cut, but if there are any other steps along the way, Vasya will know.

While he stands there, Konstantin gives a soft exhale; his initial worry is persistent, but he can still recognise the importance of it all. He's always known Vasiliy to be so hard-working, but this... ]

It's incredible that you managed to pull all of that back alone... And while wounded. Vasya, you're remarkable.