"Nor did I," he replies, having gotten a breath back in his body. He holds still for the moment; he can feel a lump on the back of his head and a skinned elbow repairing themselves (the lump is especially maddening, head injuries always itch for some blasted reason) and he doesn't want to risk the self-mending being witnessed.

"I was afraid you'd hit the platform rather hard, I thought it was best to do what I could. You're sure you're all right?" he asks, eyebrows raised, apparent concern all over his face.