[Whether he wants to or not, down the Erune goes as he lies back—or rather forward—on the bed and tries to catch his breath. It's now he can really feel the effects of that paralysis, his right side throbbing in pain while his left...is nothing. Nothing at all. Just some visages from his lower rib cage down to his abdomen, but mostly his chest and arm he can't feel a thing let alone move it.

It's...disconcerting to say the least, but Gran's words takes his attention away from his condition. If he could he would reach up and thwap him on the forehead, but as it is he can only narrow his eyes and frown at him with a hard glare.]

If you're going to say that, then the same could be said for me—what kind of contractor and crew member am I if I allowed myself to get hurt and not be able to protect my captain?

Don't blame yourself, Gran. Injuries happen even to the best of us. All it takes is one moment of opportunity and they took it.