"No," Graham shook his head, "it isn't your fault. I promise." He may or may not have been distracted by her, but he had also just been frustrated. And maybe still a little cloudy, thanks to his current addiction--had it come that far? Was he addicted? Hmm his addiction to Prax. Or at least his steady use of it.
He sighed and moved to hold his hand out toward her, "you're the doctor, yeah? I, at least, don't think the pointy end went all the way through?" He assured her, of course.
He'd knicked the bit of skin between his hand and his thumb, so yes, it hurt a little, but he'd survived a creature eating his arm, and then having to stitch up th bite with fishing line, himself. He was pretty sure he'd be alright. But the fact that someone was even remotely concerned for his well being made him consider cooperating and show her so that she could have confirmation that it wasn't That bad. Some antiseptic might not hurt it, though.