Galen glanced over at Olive and gave a slight smirk. "It'll take more than a bloody nose to hurt me," he said. There were a few visible scars on his arms from his training with Vader but the worst were under his shirt on his torso and chest. He tugged his shirt up and wiped the blood away before looking at his friend.
"How are you though?" he asked. "I'm use to rough tumbles like that."