That's not the first time he's been asked that, by the rueful smile that crosses his face. "No, I'm fine." He wasn't, it just wasn't anything that'd interrupt his work, be it an assigned task or otherwise. "Let someone worry about you instead. I'm a pretty resilient guy."

Phantom pains and exhaustion, for someone who didn't really seem to sleep much, didn't sound like a pleasant time. "I'll bring some pastries up later on, see how you're doing." Not that he's going anywhere just yet, he has a bowl to bring back to the kitchens, and assure himself that Avalon is actually recovering, and not.. getting worse in some fashion he couldn't quite detect.