"Perhaps you have," Lyall frowns, glancing up at his face before giving the wound a surreptitious sniff. Doesn't smell as bad as it could, and that's a better tell than how something looks, especially with Nick. He pushes back up to his feet, giving Nick's shoulder a pat, then pads over to the sink the next room over, to get something to clean it with. "Try using your senses instead, and see where that gets you," he suggests.

Easy for him to say, maybe, but Nick's senses aren't that much worse than his own.