"Alright," Andrew turned as he was asked and sat on the edge of the bed, so that Charles could have a better look at his head. The back of his head was tender and he could feel the swelling there. "Does it look as bad as it feels?" It felt like it was the size of a goose egg.

"I'm very fortunate that you were hunting nearby and that you were able to save my life." Aside from the bump on his head, and the bruise forming on his chest, he felt as well as he could, he supposed.