He huffs, but it's more at his own expense than anything else. Swinging his legs, he hops down off the branch and promptly sits himself down in the grass to pull his bottlebrush tail into his lap and start finger-combing it. "I shouldn't have let myself get that caught up in what I was doing," he says ruefully. "I should've heard you coming. But I'm fine, promise."

He looks up at her with a disconcertingly keen eye for a moment. "...feel better?"