"Thank you, dear one," replied Midvalley in the same tone.
He looked at the blood spots Jazz was pointing out. "A lot more than that," he said. "Mitch is probably still OK, if we can catch up to them. But if it's dripping down like that it does look like Sal's still carrying him, so I can't say I like the looks of that."
He put his fingers over the saxophone's keys, not yet making a sound of course. It had been a while since he had played for anything but music, and he hoped he could successfully direct it at Sal without hurting Mitch. Jazz, he was fairly certain, was immune to the horn's powers.