[She says it, but he gets the feeling he knows better. Instead of addressing it, he simply stands in silence, giving her a more proper look over. No. He knows the truth. Whatever all of that was... It doesn't just go away. She's probably going to carry this far longer than she's willing or wanting to share with anyone else.

She turns it around on him just like that. He's not even prepared for it. In consequence, he looks himself over. It's nothing serious. Truthfully, he's not even noticed what will likely be some days of aches and pains. Provided they feel anything outside of these little dream expeditions. Given that it's his first one, he has no idea what to expect in an aftermath.

Either way, it's likely damage from debris. Just looks like bruises and easy-to-dismiss difficulties.]

Huh. I seem to be good. Nothing to worry about here.

[After a pause, he continues, trying to tiptoe as carefully as he can, as he suspects this is a tender subject.]

You normally dream about stuff like this? If... we wanna call it 'dreaming.'