[Dion glances up as Joshua moves away. He had hardly realized so much time had passed. Now that he's by himself and fully bandaged, he finds himself shifting about, testing the range of motion he has with the newly applied bandages. It's a bit tighter than before, but that's to be expected when someone can actually reach his wounds.

He doesn't expect Joshua to apologize, of course. Not because Joshua wouldn't but that Dion had hoped his discomfort were not so obvious. He isn't sure if it's a failing on his part, or if it's simply Joshua's own emotional intuition. Either way, though, he's been caught. It leaves him with two options. Lie, or admit his discomfort and address it.]

It is not that. [He says like a liar.] The wounds were more sore than I expected. It took far more energy from me than I would have anticipated.

[He shifts, elbows bracing against his knees as he looks to the floor.]

I hope you will forgive me if I ask to rest now, rather than finish our tea.