[ sorry, Yael. he recognizes that terror even with the paralysis, but has no time to stop to check on him as he's bleeding quite a bit himself and also. running from what is basically the scene of what will probably be a major diplomatic incident later.

they're too far away to get home, and far too suspicious to get a hotel room the usual way— so he ends up having to use another trickle of his already-low energy to coerce a room out of a motel attendant. it's not great, but it gives him a place to put Yael until he wakes up on his own as well as patch up his own scrapes. they're not as bad as if they'd been inflicted by wood or bone... but vampire teeth and claws still technically counted as something that had been formerly living. ]