[It's probably good he got back his modified bones recently. He's pretty sure his arm would be broken right now otherwise. Still, he bites back the cries of pain. Don't provoke, don't provoke, let her calm down.]

[Then she's off and he can move his arm. Ugh, those will be nice bruises, now won't they?]

[But he's slowly, veeeeery slowly pushing himself up.]

...you good?