Even knowing the barrier will hold, and trusting in Carlisle's powers, Pratt instinctively flinches away when Caedra strikes. He barely recovers before she's darted off, internally chastising himself that the last thing she saw was him cowering in fear from her.

She's probably going to enjoy thinking about that for a while, and he growls at himself. So fucking weak and pathetic and.. Now is not the time for this.

He straightens up, holding his hand to his chest, he'd done something to his wrist when he'd thudded into the barrier. Or maybe it was when he plowed right into the deck. He's bruised and banged up, but she didn't touch him with that sword of hers so this is a victory.

And all due to someone else, since Pratt is apparently unable to protect himself.

"Thank you." He eyes Carlisle, the way he's clenching his teeth, the glow in his eyes. He looks so different right now. Powerful. Almost threatening. Which he never would have expected from someone who seemed frail enough to be blown over in a strong wind.

"Are you alright?" The ink thing is a little weird and he's not sure if maybe Carlisle is bleeding. He'd only assumed he was human, maybe he was something else that bled black.