"Hey," Hugo replied calmly, catching himself before he tacked on 'Dad' after the greeting. That was still unfamiliar territory for the both of them. "Err... I'm okay, you know. Lots of blood but 'm not dying, promise." It seemed important to point that out when he noticed that it looked like Ron had rushed over to rescue him from the jaws of death. A smile was mustered to add to the reassurance.
"Mind the floor. It's messy." There was more than one bloody handkerchief littering his living room. Some were more dry than others, but he didn't want his dad to step on one.