Sunny's eyebrows go up, smile thin. He doesn't think so, maybe, that Jae should have thanked him sooner or at all, but arguing the point is largely unnecessary. Instead; "You're welcome." His heels scuff against the ground. "Does it hurt still? Do you--"

He flicks a glance upwards to see if anyone helpful looking is wandering close by, but doesn't hail them down like one might a waiter. "Do you need anything? I mean," he qualifies, in case Jae thought Sunny was being a needless motherhen, or anything, "I'd be mad if you exploded after all the trouble I went through."