[ How cold?? He's suffering here, as evidenced by his groan as he takes her hand, wobbling up to his feet. He looks deeply harangued, but his legs hold.

Because all dramatics aside—there might be a bruised rib floating around somewhere in his chest, but overall, things could've ended way more gruesomely. He is, at worst, mildly concussed. And also, very thirsty. ]

Plum tea would be excellent. [ Y'know, in case she has the options. He looks a little more lively as he favors one side, at least. ] Or green, perhaps—? It seems I could afford to stay awake a while longer. [ He'll probably need more than caffeine to get through the day, though. ] Things must be dire if you've needed to bring Johanna out into the fray already.