[ That gets another little laugh, and the sound of it is a little more honest. Approving, in its own way.

He doesn't seem to feel the need to say anything in response.

It's an odd moment to have with someone who generally inspires varying levels of irritation in him and little else. He doesn't know how he feels about it; it's a tangle of complex emotions he didn't...really expect. ]

Well.

I'll leave you to your recovery, shall I? [ He sets down what he was toying with. ] It's my hope that the rest of it won't be too strenuous for you.

[ And, well, he does mean that, at least. ]