[when she moved to sit on him he kept his arms around her gently. His tail reached back and pulled up a couple of pillows behind him so he could lean back slightly and make them both more comfortable. When she asked if he was okay he gave an appreciative smile]

I'm fine... Thanks for asking. They roughed me up a bit but the worst of it is this spot in my stomach...it's nothing I won't heal from, though.

[the rest of his minor scratches and bruises didn't really bother him much, but he would have to move his stomach slowly for a while or the gunshot wound would flare up in pain. At least it had been a small caliber, weapon, though.... The bullet hadn't gone real deep so he was confident it'd heal just fine]

Are you okay? All your wounds have been tended to? [he wanted to make sure he hadn't missed any in hard to see places...]