Larry
"You sure you're alright?"
*He asked again, his concern seeping into his voice as he shuffled closer, wondering what Ishikawa was doing out hunting in such a state.*
Dirk
*Closing his eyes for a moment, he would take a few shallow breaths, centering himself. It was a struggle to open them again, and, when he did, his pupils looked far to small for only a second, before righting themselves. The blood would soon stop, but he wouldn't move the cloth from his face for a good amount of time afterwards, then letting his hand fall away, as he seemingly snapped back to reality, softly speaking,* 

"I'm not sure I'm ever alright." 
*He'd shift his gaze around, before settling back on the ground, a bit ashamed he'd gotten to the point where a stranger saw him like this.*
Larry
*The centaur sighed gently, glancing back to the downed beast, pondering on the abstract for a moment as he thought of how to respond to this situation.*
"A low point for you, then... Apologies, you needn't tell me more - I am but a stranger..."