"Maybe you can just use a thermos?" He was trying to be helpful, and also realizing Coulson would not appreciate these suggestions.
"It seems inevitable," he noted. He didn't seem terribly grieved. But he was a monk. They never grieved over such things for long, accepting what was almost as quickly as the circumstance was realized. "My fingers were still healing from being broken when I started this mission." He relaxed his hand across the icepack, letting the fingers relax as neutrally as possible. "So long as I'm careful, I'll be able to shoot a bow again."
He did seem to breathe easier at that. He could deal with the strain he'd put his body through, but he really didn't want his actions to have been for no use for the organization. He was quiet for a few seconds before prompting for more of the story. "What went wrong?"