Meiranis stared in disbelief as she regarded her own safety and approached him. He gently took hold her hand as she reached over to wipe his face of blood and kissed it, continuing to watch for her reaction. "What exactly were you expecting me to do? Men of your race often fight, bulls fight for their mates, how is it different for incubi? Regardless, I'm so sorry that you had to witness that." He brushed his soft lips up her arm, carefully avoided the injury he gave her on her shoulder, and kissed her cheek.