The question seemed out of no where and at first he was confused. He hadn't been injured by anything. Unless she meant the pain of not being able to help her, the ache of failure that had gnawed away at him. That had, indeed, hurt him. But he wasn't sure that was the case.

So he just shook his head, his confusion leaking out of him and telling her more than his words did, "No. None. I've been fine."