Drake can feel that concern bouncing off his shields, of course. As well as all the panic and fear and worry of everyone here. But kestra'chern are nothing if not performers, so he simply straightens his spine a bit more as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, and affixes a pleasant smile on his face.

"Not to worry," he says in general, "it has simply been a very long, tiring time." To put it lightly. His energy is not infinite, and since the Gift uses his body's natural resources, he's feeling like he's been running a marathon all day long. Not to mention what his Empathy has been doing to him with all the horrible crap going down all around him.

"Now," he says to the room at large, "I've heard there may be a concussion here, and... ah, that is you, isn't it?" Drake offers the person in question a reassuring smile, and approaches to place his fingers on their forehead, his eyes going unfocused as the Healing Gift overlays his other senses.