Scratch lets out a gentle and teasing sort of tsk.

"We all know what they say about curiosity and the cat. May I?"

He doesn't wait for a response, reaching to take Darling's hand gently in his own. He turns it over to see the burn on the palm (which at least quells his own morbid curiosity about the fog).

"I'm no doctor, but we should be able to find something here to wrap it up with."