"Thank you, Charles." He replied, sagging forward again, he could have done it himself if he'd been able to see the thing from where he was, and he would have tromped up the stairs to do it himself except that he didn't trust his stamina -or his voice after having done so- with the cracked ribs.

That and the fact that they might be fully broken and not just cracked, in which case it was probably even worse.

He swayed forward reflexively into that kiss once Charles was drawing away, blinking slowly, surprised by it, but Charles was already off and moving before he could come up with an actual response. He did pop the first aid kit open to get at a packet of antiseptic wipes so he could at least deal with the scraped arms as well as daubing at the place where his shoulder had been pierced by that shard of wood, he couldn't fully see the injury himself and couldn't determine whether it would need stitches or just a bit of gauze and tape.