"It's a thick liquid, you might dab it on with a piece of the old bandage..." The Shadow watches, but hesitates to come around the table and take over from him. He'd take that as an insult, were their positions reversed, and assumes Ichi would feel the same. At the very least this salved doesn't smell too bad, and it's in a glass bottle hand-labeled in Chinese writing. The twist-cap is the only aspect that will be truly out of place in Ichi's world.