Taro smiled and looked down.
"At least rest for a while," said Grandma, noticing that blood was still dripping off him. "Do you need something to help those wounds?"
"I'll be fine," said Taro, but Grandma immediately got up and started tending to them. "Hey! You're not my mother, you know!" he complained.
"Maybe not yours, but someone's," said Grandma, carrying on.