"Sore," he answers honestly, "but at least it is mended."

He hesitates a moment, wondering how he can assuage Glacius' fears. "You... are welcome to take a look, if you'd like. I'm a bit of a mess as it is."

Understatement of the year, given the blood and ink all over him, the gauntness of his appearance, and the fact he is still trembling, his own body seemingly devoid of warmth.