And that's with the chimera trying to not do excessive harm. Assessing his own injuries can wait til later, when he had more privacy or at least could figure out how to get rid of all the feathers and scales, but not all the blood smell in the air is Vincent's.

It's almost delicately, the way he steps away a little further as Vincent works on standing, curling malformed hands against his chest. He should help, but would that do more harm than good?

Not all of the blood taste in his mouth is bird, and the threaded impulse to make sure Vincent stays down is once more firmly squashed. "I haven't tried." For all that the apology was genuine, this is utterly devoid of any kind of inflection one way or another to mark an emotion one way or another about it, but it is deeply disturbing. He's going to pretend otherwise. "..You should seek medical attention."