Andreas held his tongue. He wasn’t going to be the one to hold Saint from his pups even if he wasn’t fit to be moving. As the wolf staggered out the door the demon clenched his teeth, but he kept his lips together so it wasn’t noticeable.<br/><br/>“He won’t die going to visit his pups,” he said to Asalia. “But it’s not going to help his injuries any.” Speaking of injuries, Andreas couldn’t help wincing. He was trying to pet Koda, but his shoulder had a nice gash taken out of it. Perhaps you could call them surface wounds, since no bones were broken or anything like that, but they were about as deep as surface wounds could get. He would recover soon enough, thanks to his demon recuperative powers, but only if he didn’t bleed to death first.<br/><br/>In demon form, Andreas’s blood was black and tar-like, so it didn’t bleed as fast as normal even in human form when it was red. All the same, Asalia’s quick bandaging wouldn’t cut it this time. Andreas pushed Koda gently off his lap and had Asalia bring some medical supplies to the bathroom. He let the blanket fall from his body and started peeling some of the bandages off. They were already saturating with blood. “Try again,” he said to her. “They’re too deep for just bandages.” Whatever Asalia knew about medicine, it was more than he did. He’d trust her to patch him up properly, now that she wasn’t distracted by an injured Saint. Or… well at least he wasn’t in the room with them now.