Bruce finally manages to sit up, looking slightly worse for wear but at least not on the brink of death. Those elves did good work, and he would surely be six feet under (or in the digestive tract of some beast) without them. It'd be a shame to push himself too far in the wake of such delicate healing - but life's a shame, sometimes. He makes a noise that passes for his version of Whatever you're having, and manages to slink away to shower.

It's there that he forces himself to take the bandages off of his hand. It doesn't feel like it's oozing, and he'll rewrap it if he needs to, but he has to know. He wasn't given any ominous warnings about taking it off and just - it's his damn hand. He experiences one terrifying, slightly embarrassing moment where he honestly considers asking Seoraj to look at it first and tell him if it's still in one goddamn piece, but he viciously smothers that impulse and pulls the wrappings off.

And it's fine.

His hand is whole, unblemished - besides what nicks and scars and roughness was there prior to that incident. Definitely sore, particularly in the center where the majority of those needle-teeth were, but otherwise fine. Which is honestly more disturbing than if there'd been a scar, or stitches, or anything. Unsettled, he finishes up and re-bandages everything that needs re-bandaged. Including his eerily healed hand. He decides to leave it bandaged until it's not sore anymore, so that he doesn't have to look at it and feel disturbed.

When he resurfaces, he seems more human.