That might be the least of your worries. [ He's serious, dead serious! Just as serious as the sad spider webs that have been dislodged from their temporary home, on the tail of the Wolfskin whose eyes are still locked onto the wound. No, it's definitely not bleeding anymore and maybe Keaton is overreacting, but he knows instinctively that whatever did this left some sort of poison behind. ]

Promise me you won't squirm? I don't want to get hit in the face while trying to take care of this, alright?

[ Because a bruised snoot would be painful, but accidentally ingesting any of the poison directly? That's a big nope. Kind of like how he just got tapped by Toma's chin, only it doesn't really faze him in the way as one might expect. No, it's getting a closer look into Toma's eyes and how they shine in an indescribable way. It's getting to take a breath and smile at how oddly comforted he feels from how close he is to Toma--- the sweat must do something about his scent, and he exhales slowly once he looks back at him.

Shaking his head at himself, he pulls Toma's arm up to eye level. Yep. Still poisoned. Still looks pretty bad. His nostrils flare as he takes a whiff--- sweat, Toma, poison. What does poison smell like? Not great, not a thing that Keaton would want to take home with him. ]

Remember. Don't move.

[ He takes one deep breath then presses his lips against the spot, taking one intense and long suck. ]