(If he ever found out that Shiro was a lightweight he wouldn't be even remotely surprised. Shiro struck him as a by-the-books kind of guy. It was an admirable trait most days, amusing others.

It was always a little cold to heal up from such grievous injuries. He tips his head to look at Shiro and grins faintly. He couldn't argue with that really. No sane soldier would be able to sleep after that kind of attack.)

I suppose that is why you and your team have survived for so long.

(He moves around again, his hip feeling more intact now. He reaches a hand down to press his palm gingerly against it to try and feel how healed it was.

The statement catches him off guard for some reason. He actually jerks his head around to stare at Shiro.)

About? (As if he really did not know. It occurs to him a second later, and he looks even more surprised.) Shiro, you do not need to worry about me. Your mind is plagued enough. I don't want to add to it. Especially not over...

(He gestures to himself.)

If one of us is to worry, it should be me. You can't heal the way I can. If you suffer, it will be slow.