There was agony and there were flesh wounds. Truth be told, the wounds and the physical pain (as much of an inconvenience as it was) reminded him that he was alive, and indeed something to be thankful for in this god forsaken place. And he didn't trust Grimoire to stave off danger long enough to warrant her wasting magic on his boo boos, however sweet her intentions were.
He reached a free arm around her side, gently running his fingers and palm down her back in a comforting motion. Both for her and himself. "Everyone is so good at that. The taking care of one another?" There was stupidity in bounds and not everyone got along but in these traumatic events they all seemed to come together. It surprised even Jefferson. He wondered if that was truly what Grimoire set to break.
"Does it have to be a someone?" he asked with raised brows, taking a sip of tea and letting the truth yet teasing sit in the air a moment before continuing. "There are things such as punching bags. We could get you one."