[Vultures, the lot of you. Ain focuses on scrubbing the muck out of his clothing, which will have to hang to dry after this, but... ugh, maybe he can just live by the waterfall until it's dry. Or something.

Scrub, scrub... the dried blood isn't going to come out, but maybe he can lessen the damage a touch.]

Basically. All the blood vessels will fill up more... [Ain does not know this, but dragons can probably Smell horny, so. RIP him. No one tell him—] ...and that's sort of why that happens, as we understand it.

[Maybe if he talks in a flat, sciencey tone...]