[None of it seems to bother him - if anything, he rolls his eyes at first. Lavenza stays sat on his shoulder, wings flapping mostly for balance.

Then- he hears in the face, and it isn't as though he simply trips up. It's more that he'd tensed in a way that would usually have been slight, and he'd already been feeling like shit, only keeping pace by not stopping. And then that pace was interrupted.] Fuck.

It's not the entrance wound you have to worry about.