[ She's heard that one, at some point ( from herself, more oftentimes than not, but that's not the point right now ). Which means it doesn't earn him very much more than a quiet scoff as she reaches her hand out to hover over the worst of his injuries. It begins to glow, and her wound begins to slowly heal.

— Then stutter, briefly, before the steady glow returns. ] Both— oh. [ Her expression softens, just slightly. ] I'm fine. Eos is ... not very much more than just an extension of me. So as long as I'm alright, so is she. [ Eos may or may not have sighed. It's hard to tell, because she's a tiny little fairy. ]

How's that feeling?