In response, the Fool groans where he lays, still holding one hand over one eye as though afraid to pull it away. When he does, there's blood on his palm, and he voices a startled, frightened sound at the sight of it, red and angry, on his palm. (The injury, truthfully, is to his eyebrow and cheekbone rather than to his eye--small blessings.)

It takes him a moment to realize that someone is speaking to him; perhaps his ears are still ringing. Then he turns his amber eyes to Eiji and, still afraid, seems unsure at first whether the newcomer is going to attack him, too.

"Are you okay? Can you answer me?"

...ah. Perhaps not, then.

"I have been better," the Fool replies, a little hoarse but with a shade of his usual wry humour in his voice. He looks to his rescuer's face and attempts a smile, but it doesn't quite reach his gaze. For obvious reasons. He extends a hand out to him. "Would you help me up? I believe I can stand."