[He chuckles lowly, smiles in commiseration.]

Yeah it does. Wasn't much fun either time.

[And then he nods. Shifts forward reflexively when she winces, when her breathing changes, not that he would know what to do about it but still. Something like worry flickers across his face, but it fades after a moment. After he reminds himself she's not in any real danger anymore. It only looks bad, that's all.]

Only the one deathtoll. Couple days in. Internal bleeding. Wouldn't really advise it.