He simply waited for the pain to pass, as he had the bullet that had given him the impressive flesh wound on his left shoulder. On the outside, and just barely catching his skin, as any lower and it would have likely shattered his shoulder and severed the arteries in it. He simply nodded, helping her stay upright, before rolling off of her, and wondering why he didn't feel like passing out. He shook himself, before resigning himself to feeling grungy for a while, before turning back to the queen. "Anything I can do immediately for you ma'am, or am I dismissed to my patron for the moment?"