He'd have laughed at her question if it didn't send shooting pains throughout his entire body. Instead he shot her a wry smile, not even capable of shrugging. "Poorly charmed farm equipment. Was a mistake the first time, now it's a Misuse of Muggle Artifacts problem." He really didn't want to get into to much detail, but she had that no-nonsense look on her face that told him he best just tell the truth. "A few broken ribs, collarbone, pretty sure I fractured my eye socket or my check bone. Legs are fine. Kinda hurts to breathe or sit up for any length of time. Got one hell of a headache. Not the worst I've dealt with." Nor would it be the last, either.

He chuckled softly as she unceremoniously plopped herself into the chair beside his bed and scooted closer. "Unfortunately given our history, not writing is a bad, bad sign. Doubly unfortunate, I'm a lefty." Which was the arm currently strapped to his body to allow his collarbone time to heal itself. All he could do was wiggle his fingers on that aside and just barely. His other shoulder had been knocked out if the socket, but fixed, it just ached a little.

"I suppose I have Miss Skovgaard to thank for your arrival?" He was starting to like her more and more these days.