"I was stabbed through the side," Kala said blandly. "By a juvenile goo-bug. And it itches and hurts, but it's fine. You do know I sent three years on my own killing goo-bugs, yeah? I spent cold nights in the open, I roasted in the summer, I survived multiple broken bones, slices, cuts, and punctures. Kazami, I appreciate the convern, but I'm fine, yeah?"

She shook her head slight.

"I'm a bit stiff, but I'm fine."