Nodding slowly to himself, he appeared startled at the question of concern; casting his gaze upon her. "Yeah. 'm f'ne," he reassured, smiling faintly. Glancing towards the closest table, he strode towards it for a seat; dropping into one of the chairs, which squeaked in protest.<br/><br/>He leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling, contemplating his recent fighting matches. It was a bit hard to focus on things at the moment, though; he felt drained of more energy than yesterday.