"Leg's burnt," he said, after a minute, trying to focus on something other than the feelings in the ether. "Hoof. Bruises, maybe. M'arm hurts. M'sorry," it was automatic, to add it, really.
"Something's wrong, isn't it? It is. I can feel it. There's.." he stopped and curled closer. "He's gonna be mad. I'm bad with guns. And he tried to show me."