He was having none of that and reached out to brush aside the hair. A wound was a wound, a scar was a scar, and he had seen and likely caused worse than this in his time. Eyes were tricky things, and he took a moment to frown at the patch before he let her hair fall back into place.

"Wait here a moment."

He turned back through the mess that was the rack of scarves and started to pick through them, rubbing the fabric between his fingers for something soft and opaque, something he could twist and braid. Satisfied with one in a dark blue he returned to her side and began to twist and fold and loop back and braid until he had a respectable and decorative eye patch fashioned.

"Not my best- but it will do until I've time to work leather."