The blood had his eyes go wide, and then he was there at Zevran's side, pulling up the hem of his shirt to dab at Zev's eye with care. "Damn, Zev, I'm sorry. I didn't know anybody was over here. I thought it was Nightmare."

The shirt was wet, and while it didn't exactly soak up the blood, at least it washed it away. "I don't think it'll need a stitch, at least. It'll just be annoying until it scabs over. Andraste's left tit, I am so sorry."