Devero takes the injured hand into both of his own, hissing between his teeth as he sees the damage. Thank goodness for long arms; he reaches down the table and grabs a napkin out of a stack waiting to be used and immediately starts dabbing it at the blood.

He glances up at Koumyou as he does. "Not for no reason, it doesn't," he protests softly, before he asks again, "so what happened?"