Malleus doesn't seem to have noticed yet, thankfully for Lilia. It's impossible, however, to not shift and squirm against Malleus as he reaches out both of his hands, carefully taking Malleus' arm. With careful hands, he pushes his ward's sleeve up again, looking over the wound. Blood still stained his arm, but he'd thankfully stopped bleeding at all.

One thumb brushes over the small wounds, his eyes focused down on them. The other hand moves back, enough for Lilia to lick his thumb before bringing it back down to his arm, wiping away the blood easily using his saliva as a solvent.

"You're right, it really is. I thought I'd bit down a little harder than that." Lilia murmurs. It's without his pen that he focuses his energy on the wound, thumb brushing over it again, this time infusing some of his own magic against Malleus' skin. The wound closes up within seconds. It wasn't like something as small as this would be too dangerous to do without his pen to soak up any of the little consequential blot and exhaustion from casting a spell. It's not as if this was a major spell, after all.

With that done, he releases Malleus' arm, lifting his hand up to tuck a stray hair behind one of Malleus' pointed ears.

"There! All better-- Hm. Maybe not all better, all things considered, but now you won't be dealing with that pain."