[ There's a moment he considers apologizing, but he can tell that it'd be a lost cause and he can tell that it's not something she'd want to hear, especially not with her hands slick with his blood. His pride as a knight and his steadfastness as a Servant prevents him from taking the one free arm that's by his side and wrapping it around her, but he does smile into the crown of her head, bows his own and lets his jaw brush the top of her hair, gently. ]
Just a scratch.
[ It's a quiet statement made with quieter consideration, but he lets her heal him and stays close. ]
no subject
Just a scratch.
[ It's a quiet statement made with quieter consideration, but he lets her heal him and stays close. ]