Because Waver looks so pointedly at his wrist, Ozymandias lifts the injured wrist and spares it a passing glance. It's beginning to ache somewhat now with less to distract from it, but he's suffered far worse injuries than this. Thus, it is only a glance rather than any sort of inspection of just how deeply Waver's claws managed to dig.

He shakes his head, dismissing the apology altogether.

"You did well to do as I commanded without question." Looking Waver over for a moment longer just to be sure there are really no injuries he's attempting to hide from Ozymandias... He wraps his uninjured arm tightly around Waver's shoulders with a quiet sigh. "You are not my vassal, but I would not have any harm befall you. I am glad you are unharmed."