[He didn’t realize he’d forgone his steady breathing until she’d given her assurances, and he’d let out the breath he’d been holding. It got him to offer a smile, strained still, it was hard to smile when he had to be reminded of… everything, but he tried. Her promise meant a lot.]

Thank you.

[one more breath and he finally started to push himself up off the ground. Slowly. While his scales gave him a measure of protection in most cases, with how mangled they had gotten it made sudden movements harder… and after that tumble it was harder to ignore. He’d no doubt reopened something or cracked something else.

But he does manage to straighten himself up. There. He did it. Now to… wherever healing was going to happen he supposed.]

So do you have any place in mind? It probably doesn’t come as much of a surprise, but I haven’t made it much of a point to find out where healing tends to happen.

[A joke! He tried.]