"Uh, I-I think so." Not all Djinn were created equal, but he could say that he didn't always feel pain that he should. Sometimes his body reacted in strange and confusing ways to injury that he didn't feel until he tried to move. Really, he should be sharper than this, but he was still a little out of sorts from the whole thing It was strange how he knew he lost his shoe and probably how long he'd gone incorporeal, but all the little things took forever to catch up with him.
Story of his life.
He was more concerned about his clothes than his body. That would heal automatically, but if you ripped a blazer or tore a sweater, that was pretty much it. You never broke them in good places like elbows or shoulders, where you could apply patches. Instead you ripped your favorite jean jacket horizontally across your lower back and, no matter how you convince yourself bolero-length is currently popular in men's high fashion, that you cannot pull it off.
"Not much of a bleeder." He added, his voice so quiet if she weren't crouching hear him, she probably wouldn't have heard. With a small groan, he flexed himself forward and pulled his legs under him. So much for that Djinn pain-resistance. There was nothing that could hide the big bruises he was probably going to have on his legs. Later that night, in the shower, he'd check out how bad they were.
After taking a quick moment, and bracing a hand against the wall, he lifted himself shakily to his feet. He knew he should've taken a brighter route. For whatever reason, his eyes did not do well at all in the dark, even the dusk. Depth perception shouldn't be a 'most times' occurrence. Now successfully upright, he brushed himself off quickly and turned with a small smile on his face, mostly out of embarrassment. With her heels on, it made it hard to look at her face without looking up. "I really want to say that doesn't happen to me a lot."