[The day of his injury feels so far away and insignificant in this moment, Ken doesn't understand what Jaime means at first. When it does dawn on him what he's talking about, he wonders why that's important right now. Certainly, they could spend a few more minutes reveling in their reunion? His eyes widen a fraction and he tenses involuntarily under Jaime's hands; his eyebrows crease together and he averts his gaze before he answers, stepping back and pulling the other along so they can find a seat on the edge of Jaime's bed. Ken wasn't exactly sleeping in it; none of Jaime's own blankets have been used, as Ken instead crawled on top of them with a cover of his own, but he doesn't explain why he's here, yet.]

It's nothing serious. [He starts with an assurance instead.] I mean -- Minato-san healed me. And I've been recovering, so you don't have to worry right away.

[He fidgets nervously, once again not ready to tell the whole truth, unsure how Jaime would react, and clasps his hands in his lap.]

'M okay. What about you, Jaime-san?