Rodolphus nodded at her assertion she was fine. "Sit me up," he said, not wanting to lie down. That much blood could not be good, but he'd be damned if he was going to lie down and just die.
"I did not... foresee... this." He tried to smirk, or at least show some humour, but the very fact that he showed that was proof enough he was starting to become delirious from the bloodloss.
Taking a deep breath, he nearly swooned, but as he tried to raise his hand to reach up for his face, he found nothing but a painful stump. "It's gone," he said in a matter-of-fact voice.
Pain lanced through him, and he dropped the facade that kept him from showing pain. "Orla..." he said in barely a whisper.