«You've come to your senses. Good...» Daan keeps a close watch on your reactions, his gaze unwavering as he secures the bandage on wounded arm.**

«It means your consciousness is stable — at least for now.» — he gives a slight squeeze above the elbow, checking for a response. «The arm is broken. The pain is to be expected, but manageable.»

He finishes bandaging, carefully positioning the arm into a more comfortable rest.

«You shouldn't move it unless you want complications.» He pauses.

«Try not to expend any more energy unnecessarily — you're still going to need it.»