[That was enough for him. He shoved the cross off fully now, letting it clatter to the floor. The next thing he did was yank off that thick, heavy coat, draping it over the mans frozen, injured body. Blood stains weren't a problem to him.

No. You never are, I promise.

[He gave him a reassuring smile, before slipping his arms under him, trying to carefully lift the man from the destroyed alter without causing any more damage]