[There is no blood on him either, except for the tips of his fingers- and if his eyes were not flaring gold before, they are when he walks up to him, stopping a decent distance from him (even though a part of him is very insistently telling him to go, walk forward, the scent of blood almost overpowering).]
[And, even when it is so abundantly clear this was all just to get him to come there, even when he can't help the slight spark of annoyance at that... he sighs, relieved; you're not hurt. That's good.]