[Darling... please. Lorenz frowns at the wound, and the mess, and the absolute ridiculousness irony of Fenris getting stabbed in a friendly spar instead of one of the many times he goes lurking to kill petty criminals— but bandages, yes. He sets those on the counter and moves to get a clean hand towel and wet it in the sink, to clean up some of this mess first.]

I know. I have seen worse. [war (tm)] Although not in the privacy of my home...

[Messy! He crouches down into a little spot of blood anyway, to set about gingerly wiping around the cut.]

Tell me, why were you sparring with proper blades?