That... Edwin didn't have any idea of what to expect, but it sure as hell wasn't that. "Impossible," he started, but his pace slowed until he just went ahead and pulled Oliver to a stop as he truly considered the statement. Lila wasn't a nurse, but maybe she didn't have to be. They'd healed him, and his stupid broken arm and his stupid broken face and his stupid broken ribs, and the only thing left to show it ever happened was an eye that became unfocused when he was tired and some heavy duty emotional scars.
It took a moment for him to be able to come up with anything else to say, and in that time his own grip on his boyfriend tightened. He scanned the forest, worried that if he looked at Oliver in that moment, he might just crack and have his own little freak-out. He took a few slow breaths to try to fight that off as well, but he still felt like a knot had formed in his insides. "Well, that's... That's good news for Scotty," he managed to say, clearly just trying to force something good out while he felt increasingly more sick.