[He could damn near break Izunia's hand before the man would complain. There's enough focus that it takes a moment before he responds to the words.]

Can't say yet. I'm not exactly a medic.

[Right now he's focusing more on whether Nyx will live than how laid up he'll be afterwards.

But the flame recedes, recedes, recedes.]

Right now, I'm a bit more worried about seeing you live to be laid up at all.