[He doesn't notice her gaze on him, too caught up in his own thoughts to pay much attention. It's only once she asks her question that he looks back to her with a shake of his head.]

Not at all.

[She had landed a few spells, to be sure—but the exertion and injury caused was so minor it doesn't even register to him in light of everything else. Compared to the blood he'd drawn—and especially the wounds he saw others suffer—his troubles after the fact were nothing. Even the internal ones, in his opinion.]

Honestly, you ended up helping more than anything. [He brings a hand to the back of his neck, mood dampened by the thoughts of the whole affair. His mouth pulls into something regretful, but it passes after a moment.]

It was like you... kind of put everything back in order. Usually, I'm much worse after... [well.] After.