"Ain't made of glass, you won't break me," he draws back a little, and he's smiling, almost as if nothing ever changed. "Beat the hell out of two guys last week. Don't worry 'bout me."
This is mostly a lie. It was one guy, two months back, and it didn't end as well as he'd tell you. But he caresses Athyr's face, and says softly, "Don't worry. I'll tell you."