[... mrrr] [Sits up again, somewhat stubbornly, and hits him (lightly) on the back of the head]
I'm gonna worry about you because I love you, and that's not going to change. But I'm not an idiot... we're soldiers. Of course you'll get hurt, especially when it's weird as hell magical shit. [Touches his shoulder, gently, and drops his hand down to trace his thumb over one of his cuts, touch light] ... But don't keep it from me. That'll just make me more upset than a few bumps and bruises.