He hissed as soon as you brought the cold compress to his temple, the liquid stinging him slightly on the wound.

"I'm fine, Cyare. Besides i've been worse." He said, but he thought it made it even worse when he mentioned that he had worse.

His knuckles hurt too, from hitting a dammed clanker. He already knew you would be lecturing him for beating..a crap of a metal!

"Kriff.." He grumbled and looked away, almost child-likely.

And then another dramatic groan left his lips.