Sirius wiggles his fingers into the ripped gap of the fabric, his fingers grazing over Kieren's skin. When he pulls away, they're still clean, entirely absent of blood, and he lets out a breath of relief though the worry still doesn't dissipate much. It's obvious Kieren is still upset, and rightfully so.

"Was it wild?" he asks, though it seems like a rather stupid question, really. What does it matter either way if it attacked?

Gently, he urges Kieren backward, edging him toward the nearest chair and lowering to a crouch before him. "You're certain you're not hurt. That you haven't been bitten. I know you're quite fond of bleeding these days, but you're certain you're okay?"