"Caut- what do you take me for? A Jedumite?" Prometheus grouched, but he obligingly waved a hand and Created some soft wad of bandages for Hades to press against his wounds so he'd stop being so fussy. Honestly, it was like he'd never been grievously injured before!

(Because Hades hadn't. Prometheus tended to forget that most people hadn't literally blown a limb off before reaching adulthood and several other times after that (now that had been a traumatising experiencing for everyone, and one where Mentor Metis had furiously lectured him into unconsciousness about experimenting with dangerous Concepts without supervision while he had been drugged out of his mind at the hospital as his leg was re-attached))

"Here," Prometheus sighed, holding out the bandage, "And look, my healing Concept is a very accurate imitation of what the Healers use at the hospital. I've practised it on myself and it's perfectly safe."

A beat.

"Mostly safe," Prometheus amended, "Well, usually safe? Kind of."