[He focuses for a moment only on resting, and when Fuuma puts the towel to his wound, he places his own hand there too, until there's a sort of quiet hum from the collected blood--that good old magical vampire blood--working to heal him, moving on its own and even swirling a little off the fabric like a spell. He only really does this in emergency situations, and a wound from that man wasn't one to get taken lightly.
But it was tiring, that much was certain. Slowly breathing out.]