"Not optimal, at the moment. I believe the sedative compound the ship gave me is producing a mild form of ataxia." Well, either that or the concussion. Maybe both. In any case, he'd be unsteady on his feet even if he'd been uninjured.

It was strange to see her smile like that, out of relief rather than mirth. Disconcerting, somehow, to see even a small hint of her distress. He regretted that, even if he didn't regret attacking Yavek for a second. So when he spoke again, it was to reassure.

"Once it's dealt with, I can relocate my joints. I will be fine." Okay, maybe that wasn't so reassuring. But there was a noticeable undertone of warmth to his voice. He didn't want her to worry.