[ While he may not yet be a wet cat, he's definitely a 'you're annoying me now so stop it or else' cat, though the claws are still retracted. The mention of checking his ribs makes him stop, turning his head slightly to fix Duo with a Look. ] I told you, I'm fine. I'm not coughing blood and I'm not doubled over in pain. You can't set ribs, so there's no point in checking them. [ He's just taking shallower breaths than normal and fighting through the pain when moving or breathing. ]

I smell like a swamp and look like I crawled through muddy underbrush.

[ Translation: Is there somewhere I can maybe take a bath or shower or heat water in a pot and just wipe this stuff off of me? ]