[Still humming with wild energy, John gasps with relief when he sees the beast run off and, even more importantly, Sherlock stand.]

Sherlo-

[And he's all but tackled by his friend. He tries saying Sherlock's name a few more times as he's manhandled in the attempt to check for injury, but none of it seems to be breaking through.]

Sherlock!

[He clamps his hands down on Sherlock's shoulders. Might not be great getting giant rat blood on Sherlock's nice coat, but he can worry about that later. He uses it as an opportunity to try to look for any injuries on Sherlock as well.]

I'm fine. None of the blood's mine. It's all... that thing's. I've just got a couple of scrapes from the brambles.

You? It was... it lunged at you while I was still behind, I didn't see if it scratched or bit you or anything.