[ Oh. Good to know. Mischief flashes across his face as he realises what that little manly squeal must mean. Maybe he'll put that to use later. He kisses again, normally. Softly. ]

Didn't want you to worry. Something goes wrong, Theodora can handle it better than either of us can. But I'll be fine. She just worries.

[ One last kiss, then- ]

I'll fetch the bandages. We have a lot of people to offend.