He glanced over, mid-cartwheel, when Darcy spoke and caught the end of a wince. Looking closer, he noticed all the signs of pain and scowled. "Bit-head," he muttered, pivoting round on his hand again before pushing himself up into a leap that had him landing beside his friend. He'd pulled his mask off in mid-air so when he landed, his worried scowl was very obvious.
"How long were you in pain? Why didn't you say earlier? Have you got medication? Is there anything I need to do?" That stupid shocking horse...