[ He won't be able to get any of that day out of his head. Or anything that's happened in the last few weeks-- He's still having nightmares about that damned crystal for crying out loud. Rosalind's mention of normalcy brings a bittersweet kind of smile to his expression that fades quickly behind the rim of his mug. He takes another sip before responding.]

He's fine. The wound's scabbed over by now, so he's healing.

Honestly, I haven't been able to see him much since this all went down with the team situation.

[ Which he is extremely down about. ]

But he's safe.