Erik sensed the movement behind him and watched just long enough to be sure retribution wasn't imminent. But, no, the injured man had wisely chosen to slink away to, presumably, lick his wounds. That was for the best.

Now that Artemy has been seen to as much as possible, Erik deems it time to go and clear the air, or, at the very least explain himself. He had just made quite a display of his healing ability. He worries there may be need of it yet, since he is following a blood scented trail upstairs.

"Pyotr," he calls, knocking on the door. "We haven't been introduced yet, but may I come in? I'm the man who intervened. I mean you no harm."