[He couldn't move for a while, watching the way that his Servant - how did he know that was the name? - fought and eventually killed the beast, turning around and -

Really?]

Am I...? You're bleeding, and you're worried about me?

[He manages to get to his feet, reaching out to touch the other man's (blessedly solid) unhurt shoulder.]

We'll have to disinfect the wound - damn it all. Perhaps even stitch it if it's deep enough...