"I'm fine," he responded, almost automatically. Since, really, he's had to explain to everyone that he's not dying

He took a breath through his nose, mostly upset at himself for the reflex response.

"Seriously. I'm fine," he assured her. "I've had worse injuries which were treated by far less capable people than we have here." Like people who saw fit to treat a bullet wound by bandaging the outside of his clothes.

"You don't have to worry about me."