"No, no. I'm fine." Despite his words, there's a little bit of petulance in that sentence. Miserably, a little sulky, he stares up at the ceiling. He feels a little silly carrying on like this in front of her, when she's right there and he saw her get her eye ripped out. But he's not used to being unable to move like this, even temporarily. He refocuses his gaze on her, and tries to smile. "How have you been? You look like you're doing better. Nice to see you out and about!"