The comment made her bristle. "I'd be a bad one if I wasn't thorough," Fred frowned, hands resting on her hips while she impatiently tapped her fingers against the fabric of her pants while he unbuttoned his shirt. More bristling when it was on a heap on the floor and she quickly bent down to pick it up, folding it quickly on the way upright.
Of course he was bleeding.
There was a beat of silence before Fred simply sighed and pressed her hands to the unbloodied flesh around the wound. It wasn't hot, which was a good sign. It was open though, which means he hadn't been taking it easy at all.
"How do you manage to open a wound doing nothing," Her hands went to her pockets, finding a rolled up bit of cloth she could use as a bandage. As much as she would enjoy ruining Leif's shirt with his own stupidity, she resisted and instead placed the shirt off to the side and made-do with the bandage, pressing it to his wound to sop up the blood and put pressure on it.
"Hold this to it," She took one of his hands and pressed it against her own before slipping her hand away, "And follow me to my room. Do I need to put you on bed rest? Or perhaps you want to die from your wound being open and dirty?" Fred sneered over her shoulder while walking, "either way. Come along and get comfortable." While going through the hall, a maid eyed Fred up and down, dressed like the man she wanted to be able to hide as again, "Can you get me a bowl of hot water please? Your master has gotten himself an unfortunate cut from... Opening mail."
Fred continued, hand at Leif's elbow to drag him along, before she opened the door to her room and basically dragged him in, "No. Do you want to do this the hard way or the easy way?"