Nonetheless, he would not press the matter. Deiter had said he would try to look into it and that was good enough. He should only hope that it was not actually too dangerous. After all, it was starting to seem like there were problems popping up everywhere as of late.
The Nutcracker Prince knew little when it came to injury. While not thoroughly unfamiliar with injury, he had spent almost all of his entire life made of wood, only becoming larger and animated at the strike of midnight. The pain of wounds were not something he was used to and this was admittedly the worst he had ever received, probably completely unfamiliar to him. It was a strange feeling, but one which felt fairly numb to him, perhaps more than it should.
He nodded before following instruction and leaning on the other soldier. Bright eyes turned on the mirror that the Lieutenant had pulled out with a quiet curiosity. "Da," he said in affirmation, making sure to hold onto the other male as tightly as possible without hurting him. He had a feeling he didn't want to know what happened if he let go anyway.