He shakes his head minimally - as much as he hears Finrod's words and would in another situation think so himself, he is reckless, not dumb, and won't needlessly worsen his state when it is already so precarious just to give in to the temptation of sitting up a bit.

"Terri'le." The chuckle that comes with the words hurts, the contraction tearing at nerves already aggravated by injuries that have only begun healing, but he still can't and won't stop it. There is enough sorrow in the situation, he will not keep what little light-hearted teasing they may manage out of it, and even try to return it. "I 'ear my radiant looks are decei'ing."