Luna saw the expression on his face and frowned a little herself. "No," she assured him. "Not bad. You're just... very famous. I used to watch a dumb show about you when I was a kid." Kneeling down on the floor to check out his hand, Luna smiled up at him. She felt more comfortable in front of gods down at this level. It felt like the proper place to be - not because it was in some way demeaning to be below them, but because it felt respectful.
Luna wiped away the blood with an alcohol wipe and then said, "there's some small glass shards, but I'll get them out." There were tweezers in the bag and she moved things around to find them. "I think you'll survive this wound."