Only because I do not spend my time wandering around the woods and antagonizing murderous beasts. Take a deep breath.

[ Which is all the warning Zexion gives him before he slathers peroxide all over the wounds Zephyr can't reach. He frowns down at them, trying to the size to gauge how much of the blood is his. A fair amount, perhaps, but certainly not all of it.

Some of them are going to need stitches, though. He's not entirely sure he'll be able to manage that. ]

What, exactly, were you doing to cause this?