"Maybe not his face, but defiantly both his legs." Danny reaches up to cradle Frank's face for a moment, tipping his head so he can run his fingers across the gash at his temple, trailing that tingling warmth of glowing chi to heal it... or at least enough to stop the bleeding and take away the sharp sting.

"I shouldn't be the guy that's lecturing you on all this head trauma." He says with an amused twist of lips.

At least Danny's alright physically, but that little trip did a number on him mentally. He's keenly aware of how exhausted he is.