It was a little rude to take a lady's hands fully without giving them some sort of intention and his touch is delicately light as he leads her. There wasn't much in his intentions right now nor did he have a plan for Rip other than tricking her into signing a contract against her will. The fae here was especially powerful and she could turn Rip into something ghastly in a moment for not signing on.

Now that he can let go of her hand he'll take the other and use the same power of his to remove the glass. From there he'll lead her inside of the cookhouse and leave her there for a moment. He's returning with gauze and while he's not doctor he's at least wrapping her hands like a proper gentleman. It was only polite to allow her some courtesy.

"Just about anything you want. The cooks here are carnival workers as well. They can make a delicious steak. Or a decent soup. It really depends on what supplies we have at the moment."