He'd skirted the question earlier, fine, of course, but Lan Zhan was nothing if not persistent. Physically? nothing more than a bruise or two. Spiritually? Mentally? He'd be lying if he said that was fine, but mostly he was just... confused, disoriented, and trying desperately to catch up on over a decade of information in the few short days he'd been alive again.

"I'm not the one with a head injury," he chides, wrinkling his nose, even if Lan Zhan is looking away.

"Please, I think the worst I got was a scraped knee," he adds, trying to shift his leg to get a better look without exposing himself in this ridiculously short robe.