[There's that instinct to jerk back, some momentary amount of panic... but his shoulders slump, and the fight very swiftly leaves his eyes. It's just Luca. This is how Luca worries.

Zahliya's tail thumps over the floorboards. Thumpthumpthump. His swords are down, at least, set aside while he gets cleaned up.]

The metal is already destroyed. I may as well see if I can preserve what I have left.

[Those swords aren't salvageable. He's going to be at the merchant siblings' door in a day or two to see what can be done.]

Besides, I didn't want to get gunk all over your pile of blankets.