If Tsubaki had gotten hurt, it wasn't anywhere visible, and with her claiming to be fine, there was no room to press her. She didn't sound to be lying, however. Sora didn't look too bad himself either, and Tsubaki was already seeing to his chest wound, so that was good.

Unfortunately that left Kurogane as the object of their concern.

He knew he'd taken most of the bird's attack, as the two could probably see, but he hadn't stopped to give himself a once over to know the damage. Pain was something he'd trained himself to ignore while in battle, but now that he was out of immediate danger, he knew at least one injury was going to hinder him. He had a gash to one shoulder, one on his leg and two shallow cuts at his side without counting any bruises that were undoubtedly forming, but the most pressing was the one he'd taken to his left arm. Shallow though it may have been, with his arm already inflamed from the rash, the added sting of torn flesh made ignoring the thing impossible.

"I'll survive," he eventually told the two as he worked himself to remove his jacket. Once off he took to wiping down what blood he could before pressing it over the arm wound. "We need to keep moving. One may not be able to fly any more, but that won't stop the rest from coming after us."