[If anything, Wade's even more gentle with Chara. He'd only known the kid for about five minutes or so, but that was enough time to understand-- at least to a certain extent-- what they were comfortable with. Frisk seemed, at least in his modest experience, to be the outgoing one; the one who flirted with dragons like a pro despite only being around ten years old.

Chara is... well, he doesn't know them enough yet to form an opinion. But the saying goes that you could tell a lot about a person by the way they shake your hand. Wade figures the same could be said for the way that someone takes your hand, and from the very start Chara's grip on him put him in mind of a rabbit that's been caught-- tense, mistrustful; anxious to break free but too exhausted to make the effort.

Maybe he's a little off-base here-- reading too much into things has always been a particularly annoying habit of his-- but it doesn't stop him from being as careful as he can with his examination. The amount of blood is worrying, but the cuts seem largely superficial, barring one higher up on their flank that just won't seem to stop bleeding, but fortunately it's not deep enough to require stitches. Wade passes over their torso once more with his hands to make sure nothing's broken before turning his gaze upwards.]

Okay. Wow. Looks like you got in quite a scrape there, kiddo. Okay if I wrap a bandage around some of the deeper cuts? It'll itch a little, but I'm not gonna tie it too tight.

[He's not mentioning the old, white, puckered lines gouging through their flesh. But that doesn't mean he's not making a mental note of them.]