Iris winces, but not because he feels any actual pain. Rather, it's the absolute absence of it that has him so startled, but he struggles against the impulse to give into the despair of it all.

"N-Nothing past the knee," he confirms. He quiets for a second, staring down at it, and it's clear he's attempting some kind of movement. But nothing comes of it, and it has him clutching at Wilhelm's shirt a little tighter. "We gotta get outta here," he says, breath hitching. Where here is, he has no clue, just like he has no clue where they could even go. But if whatever bit him is still around, he doesn't want Wilhelm anywhere near this place.

"C-Can you—?" He can't even bring himself to ask, instead just reaching up to wrap his arms around Wilhelm's shoulders. "I'll hope on tight, you won't even notice—"