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The pain is slow to subside, but he tries his best to ignore it, shrugging in response to the first question. Hell if I know, he wants to say, but before he can say anything he registers the second question and he can't help but snort softly. I'm the pack's healer, He says, unable to help the grin tugging at his features despite the lingering ache in his skull. He moves to press his nose gently to Midar's cheek, grateful for his concern. Don't worry. He murmurs — and he really hopes he doesn't, because he's not very worried about it himself. He can't say for sure, but he thinks he's been through worse.