[Kohan may not have answered the question, but his non-answer certainly told him enough. He slips off the side of the bed and reaches over to pull his blankets up over Kohan, laying them down gently to avoid rubbing against any wounds. Then, kneeling down by the bed, he brushes the hair from Kohan's face.]

That's fine. Will you be all right here by yourself for a few minutes? I'm going to go see if I can find the first aid kit.

[And maybe find something to help with the pain, too. But given Kohan's only just returned and seems a little out of it, he might just prefer to have company.]