Glory watches with curiousity (and a little bit of alarm, because he looks like he's about to hurt himself. Her gaze sharpens when the blood flow suddenly stops, glows, and then vanishes like a bunch of dandelion seeds thrown into the breeze. That's... freaky. She gives him a closer look, making a low 'hmm' noise at the back of her throat.

"So... you're actually made entirely of some sort of energy? Can you actually be hurt?" She bites back some rather more intrusive questions. As much as she'd like to ask them, it wouldn't really help anything.