[He grimaces again, but only a little; it pulls at the scratches, red and black with ash and sweat and dirt. Not a great thing to be, but he's made do.] Not yet. [He doesn't think he needs to point out that finding her, getting here was more important. He'll be all right; he usually is.
The question makes him shrug one shoulder unhelpfully, and glance away.]
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The question makes him shrug one shoulder unhelpfully, and glance away.]
Define all right.