[Hand to his head, Zelgadis doesn't reply right away, but neither does he object to her helping him because he's that distracted. It seems like his skin wasn't broken -- and not for the first ironic time, he thanks his stone skin for protecting him.]
[What was that thing? And why him?]
I'm fine. [His fingers carefully search his skull for any signs of puncture and find only tiny indentations from where sharp teeth tried to bite down.] Just sore, I think.
[He finally looks at her, checking her over with a quick glance.] You?