The violent reaction gave him a start, but it wasn't unexpected if he was so suddenly blind. The knuckle-bashing and the deathgrip didn't faze him. "'Reality-pocket'?" he echoed, confusion lacing his tone. "You can just summon up little bits of another reality?"

He supposed, at least for now, it wasn't terribly important if he wasn't going to understand it, but it might be important for someone to figure out how to fix him up if it was something that wouldn't heal on its own. "Who knew angelic powers were such an exact science," Malcolm eventually murmured before shifting closer. "Let's get you up and out a bit, perhaps take a rest and get some help, hm? Might have to get you back to the cave for that."