"Oh, it's alright." Jack pushes up the sleeve of the shirt until it exposes his shoulder. The actual wound itself is tender and red, but not enough to concern him. It had been stitched up well and so far it's behaved more or less like any other sword wound he's sustained.

He points a little higher on his shoulder to two other wounds long since scarred over. "These were the same. The color is fine." He tilts his face back up towards Eliot, a faint smile at his lips. The concern is kind of him, even if it is unnecessary. "If it turns green you can start to worry."