He frowns hard as she refuses his aid, then sighs and shrugs. It's not like he can force her to let him have a look. And it's not like he could do anything besides shove some cloth on it and run for the surgeon if it's really bad.

"Alright." Faro leans over to grab his basket -good thing they fell the other way and not onto it- then successfully makes it to his feet. A little wobbly and still feverishly blinking his bruised eye, but standing! His eyes light on the shears she finished and he smiles briefly. They look sharp!

"I can make do with these. Thank you. And-" He gives a nod towards the pile of debris, "Sorry."