It took him a few seconds to figure out how to respond. Despite his eyes being how they were, it was easy to tell he'd looked down. Even if it weren't for them, that slight change in how he held his shoulders and head... he may have been calm, but he wasn't happy.

Even quieter, "My wounds healed." No, no he was not doing well. Physically, perhaps. But with what he could remember? His hand went, half-absently, to the hairline scars across his armor.

"...And theirs did not." That, there... that was what he focused on.

It took him another second or two to manage, but he did. "Thank you."