Zach is stiff and uncomfortable under the priest's hand as he comforts him, and he forces himself to relax at least a little at the touch. He stays back as the humans shuffle around, the police offers taking statements here and there and the priests fussing rather more uselessly. He focuses on looking closed-off and upset in case someone looks at him, but inside he is seething. 

The priest got hurt. He hadn't even noticed, but somewhere in the whole mess the priest got hurt and now there's a roil of anger inside of him that he can't do anything with. It doesn't even matter. He's just some dumb mortal who can't even take care of himself apparently. Dumb mortals hurt each other all the time, and this doesn't even make the scale of the bad shit Zach's seen over the years. It shouldn't rattle him. It doesn't. 

If anything, he's just... annoyed. That idiot came blundering into [i]his[/i] house and messed up [i]his[/i] priest- er, his mark that is- and Zach did bloody fuck-all. There's a shiver under his skin that he stubbornly ignores, a reminder that this young and harmless form is not the only one he could possess. It would be so [i]easy[/i] to catch the brute unawares some time, without the pesky complexities of witnesses and busybodies blathering about 'the sanctity of life'. Hell, there was plenty of damage he would be able to do without leaving even a mark.

But the girl is out of the room again and looking like she might crumble at the slightest provocation, so Zach doesn't let any of his darker thoughts make it to his face. He just stands around in the background, looking slightly shaken yet still encouraging. Just some harmless human thinking worried thoughts. 

The priest, of course, is a self-sacrificing idiot who doesn't stop fussing over others even when he is in obvious pain. Does he really think he's fooling anyone with those careful movements and aborted twitches every time his body tries to move its left arm before he remembers he shouldn't? Then again, none of the assorted humans outside seemed to have made him sit down and take it easy, so perhaps they really just were such big idiots. 

"Oh no you don't," he says when the priest starts  making tea, gently but firmly taking the tea pot out of his hands. 

"No more fussing over others until you get checked out. Did you honestly think I wouldn't notice?" He abandons the teapot on the sink and waves the priest over to a chair.

"I don't know whether to feel offended that you apparently think I'm stupid, or to worry whether that asshole gave you a concussion as well. Take off your shirt." He's taking out the first aid kit from where he'd seen Kiel grab it before.

"Oh, don't give me that look. Someone's going to have to make sure you're not going to puncture a lung with a broken rib, and you lost your chance when you didn't ask for a doctor to check you up earlier. Don't worry, I'm not going to assault your virtue or whatever." He rolls his eyes.

"Or would you rather take the chance that Sarah will find you drowned in your own blood in the morning? Because I'm sure that would go over [i]real[/i] well." It's a low blow, and he knows it. He just doesn't care. Honestly, the chances of it being that bad are pretty slim, but he's not feeling very charitable towards the priest at the moment.