He doesn't need bandages, surely? His grace should be enough for something simple like this? But he's accustomed to healing immediately, not this slow drawl.

He should be fine, but this is new territory, and he's been fool enough already, he maybe should reconsider.

Lucifer turns over, but he makes a show of how unhappy he is to do so.

"No, this was..." he breaks off with a scowl, "a mistake of my own making." There, see, he's adult enough to admit it.

The blood on the tunics, for the most part, is beast. There's a hole that leads to a nasty puncture wound where he was shot close-ranged with a crossbow and then subsequently tore the bolt free, vaguely healed over already.

His bruises have faded, and the stab wound on his palm is the most recent of the damage.