Vögelein frowns and more firmly says, "Let me see. If truly it's fine there will be nothing to see." She'd be flying in closer if that was still an option. As it is she takes a couple of steps and goes up on the balls of her feet. She's at a whole different scale than usual, but is still something like a quarter of his mass.

Belatedly she thinks that he might actually be covered in someone else's blood. He could be a murderer.