Uninjured but completely exhausted Wesley didn't even stir at Andromeda's arrival. The blood that had come from his nose was already drying, but should anyone check his eyes they would see that the veins and iris' were still black. Dark magic was nothing to play around with when you were unused to your own abilities.

There was still a feeling of dark around him, but that could just as easily be coming from the beast as it could be coming from Wesley.