They were mostly healed, infact all of him was. Physically. Mentally was another question all together. "Words aren't everything. Sometimes they only get you in trouble anyways." He offered her a faint smile when she came over to hug, and he didn't tense. Not this time. He couldn't help but take a small breath in, still full of nerves. But trying to fight them off.
"Nah. Haven't been hungry for a few days." He leaned against the counter and looked down at his arms. They were red and stung. "Damn.." Touching them hurt, but he was curious to how hot that water had been. They were sore and ached. He could still see the wounds. "Why don't you sleep?"