[Paul does see the blood, his hand rising at his side to reach out before he stops himself, but the fact Falco shows no other lingering side effects eases the constriction in his chest. The boy's concern for him brings it back.

The memory was a nightmare, but he knew what needed to be done. He doesn't know what to do here, except think of what he'd want in Falco's position.]

It's an old injury on my leg, not from your memory. You can take a look once we're inside. We shouldn't stay out here.

[He looks at the various empty houses on the street, picks a nearby one with a closed door and intact windows, and starts off towards it. He pauses to look over his shoulder, and say quietly:] I'm glad you're all right.