Albus was already moving down the hall to meet Clara halfway with an expression that read as apologetic and slightly embarasssed. Even still, he held the towel tight against his palm and when they reached one another, he looked down at his daughter. She glanced over her shoulder to look at him, concern in his eyes, and he had to repress the urge to shut his eyes and sigh. So, instead, he offered up a small reassuring smile. "I'm fine," he reminded her, forcing as much truth into that statement as he could.
But she turned her gaze back towards Clara and did exactly as she suggested, burying her face away from the sight. He looked now to Clara and pulled the towel from his palm, holding the towel now down by his side away from either girl, while his palm extended. The cut was deep but not deep enough that it'd cause any nerve damage or need medical intervention. "I was about to use a spell," he told Clara, quietly.