*nods and though he doesn't shirk away from your touch, he doesn't return it (no, not even he, who does so much communication through touch)* Yes, you did hurt me though not as much as you were hurting yourself.
*folding his arms, lets his eyes drift closed briefly as he contemplates what next to say* It is good to see you well. Forgive me if it takes a little time to believe what my eyes and ears are telling me. I can see. I can hear. That you are close to being restored. *with a fleeting smile (much more like Glorfindel)* We will have the chance to prove it, no?