[He supposes she deserves that 'I told you so' of hers, though he's far more annoyed with himself for reacting a split-second too late than he is with anything else about the situation. He clenches his teeth as pain surges through his and along his ribcage, drawing in a sharp breath as she puts his arm around her shoulders and returns the hallway to its previous state.]

Yes, yes, I can walk, I've certainly had worse— ow!

[He cuts himself off as another sharp pain radiates through the afflicted limb.]

In my defense, there's often been a sturdy friend with an axe between myself and any ogres, at least since I've been relieved of the greatest of my powers. I don't believe it struck me anywhere else, but I may need a few moments.