Reis didn't see his words breaking the young creature before him until it was much too late. His brows knitted together when he saw the tears, hearing Ezra claim that he was bad, and that he'd suffer for it. All because Reis didn't love him. And how could he? Reis wasn't a man to attach himself to anyone. He liked watching his pets, but he didn't like to take a personal approach to them. Ezra was an entirely different beast, and Reis didn't think they were suited at all.<br/><br/>Reis thought that would be the extent of it; that Ezra would be morose for the next week as he adjusted. Ezra took off from him, sobbing, having apparently memorized his way out. The anguished wail made Reis crouch down and cover his ears. He was certain that would raise the alarm in his household. He could hear him beating against the door downstairs, and he was rushing to try and get control of the situation. He stopped at the foyer, watching Ezra bang his fists against whatever he came in contact with, in a panic to get back outside. His wailing didn't cease, and Reis didn't understand the danger until the Asha had smashed his fist through a glass window.<br/><br/>“Oh god, Ezra!” Reis shouted, rushing over, hand covering his mouth. He would have been happy to wait until the creature stopped throwing his tantrum, but he had to step in when he became a serious danger to himself. He was slinging blood all over, but it wasn't stopping him.<br/><br/>Reis grabbed him, trying to shield himself from the blood. He wrested the Asha to the ground. Though neither were substance in bulk, Ezra was strong, especially in his fit. Reis had to leverage him with his legs and pin him, taking hold of his wrist to try and control the injured appendage. This forced Reis to look, and he visibly gagged. Blood was streaming down the Asha's skin thickly, not spurting thankfully. By that time many of Reis' staff had come to see what all the fuss was about. Ita turned away, going pale upon seeing the mess, and Yhet, hardened to that sort of thing stepped right in, using his apron to help staunch the blood.<br/><br/>“Yhet, send word to my physician,” Reis demanded, not even asking for the man who usually tended to his animals, but his personal doctor. Asha seemed closer to human than anything else, and Reis trusted the man.<br/><br/>“Is not enough time,” Yhet grumbled, shouting for Ita to bring catgut thread and needle for stitching. “From the medical area, not the sewing kind! Pliers too!” he clarified, and she rushed off, as pale as she ever was. Reis on the other hand looked green.<br/><br/>“Yhet, I'm going to vomit,” he told him, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, clearly considering bailing.<br/><br/>“Then ask for bucket. You stay. You hold him still. Close your eyes if you need to,” Yhet snapped, uncaring for his Lord's sensitive stomach in that moment. The cook touched Ezra gently, speaking something softly in his own language.<br/><br/>“Be still, Ezra. I sew you back together, get the glass out,” Yhet explained, and Reis' body clenched as he dry heaved. Yhet only glared, though Reis stayed put, helping to pin Ezra as supplies were brought to him. Ita looked a little panicked and she brought more than they probably needed, shoving the injectable numbing agent into Yhet's hand.<br/><br/>“I am not doctor! I do not know how much to give. Reis, just hold him,” Yhet directed, but he ended up using his own leg to pin the limb beneath. Blessedly it shielded Reis from a great portion of it, and the bulky man went about the delicate task of picking the glass out of Ezra's hand.<br/><br/>“Water, linen. Something to clean. I cannot see anything,” Yhet requested next, though Ita had brought various disinfectants. Reis motioned them to action, as if he was really the one running the show.