[ Releasing a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding, it leaves his lungs as something of a halted sigh. ]

Aha, no fretting. I'm fine, as you can see. [ Kizuna tips his head this way and that for Baizhu's perusal — he's got a few abrasions, a few pearly spots where bruises aren't yet forming, but for being in a fight club ring, he's surprisingly unscathed. ] Just a few love taps, that's all.

[ Finally relaxing some, he folds into a seat next to the other man. ]

My best work was figuring out how to not hurt you.