He stared into nothing while he was being healed by you, not a word came out of his mouth.

After a mission, he had been injured, it wasn't serious, it was scratches on his soft shell, bruises and maybe a broken bone, but you weren't a doctor to know that. He refused to be treated by doctors, so you, being his wife, offered to take care of him.

He was tired, maybe frustrated, but mostly in pain. You knew words didn't always work with him, but you'd still try.