After a moment he straightened, raising his head. He was fine. Yes, he hurt, and yes, he was tired, but that was no reason to look weak. It was only Tarvek here, and he had plenty of strings to pull to keep him under control, but it was better not to tempt him. He flashed a weak smile. "I'm all right," he said. He frowned slightly. "Are you okay?" he asked. He reached a hand out towards him. "Sleeping on the floor isn't good for you. Any muscle pain?"