[tears welling in his good eye, WV wraps his wings over the both of them like a shield, to protect PM from the flames and the Miles. At this distance, she can see that although the addition of the proud snout and the fluffy cheek tufts have altered his facial geography profoundly,his round, gentle eye is still his own, and his mouth is full of those old flat, harmless teeth. He makes a very pathetic Slayer.]
You're hurt—!
[he stares through his one eye at the blood seeping from behind her hand]