[Chuuya huffs, gently smacking away Atsushi’s hands. It’s no big deal. No need to fuss. He’s fine. He’s a tough guy, despite his looks.]

It’s fine. Probably just a bruised or cracked rib.

[Not much can be done for that, right? Healing magic sounds expensive...]

I’ll be fine. I probably just need rest.

[He forces himself to his feet, wincing.]

Unless you have some kinda magic mumbo jumbo up your sleeve I dunno about.