Finrod's smile widens at that. "Mmm, yes. Enough to deceive even me!" He adjusts himself carefully on the bed, close enough for comfort and companionship, but without pressing against any injured flesh. "I cannot say I am surprised though. You are lucky to be alive to feel terrible."

He doesn't want to linger over-long on the subject, just wants to be sure that his cousin is not in any undue pain. "Is it manageable?" The unspoken question being Do you want me to bring you something for the pain?.

"I am here to distract you, anyway."