He stepped forward, gently taking Don Juan by the shoulders, ignoring the protest in his hands. "I'm getting patched up in the morning by a mediwitch, it's alright, just need to sleep it off for a little while." He tried to put as much assurance as possible into his voice. "It's been way worse and I'm still here." As much as he'd like to keep this to himself, if he was going to put Don Juan at ease, he was going to have to fess up a little bit. He hoped he could keep it to the bare minimum.