"You're fine. It's just bloodloss... Maybe?" Molly says, uncertain. His kneejerk interpretation is that this man has just seen a fucking devil standing over him and is reacting rashly, and he's so used to that that he just stays put, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling.

Nope. None of that today. He grimaces as he tries to get the man's arm up over his shoulder to pull him up. He's bigger than he is and it's going to be a struggle, but it's either this or fuck off and let him become a target for another assassin. "I'm not here to claim your soul. That's ridiculous. Can you stand? This is harder than it looks"