[Billy knows he doesn't look like much, especially right now. Average height, dancer's build, covered in dust and a couple minor scratches, hair a mess. But he knows what it means to be sized up and he doesn't flinch from it, or back down.]

Me? I'm fine, just a little tired. It's been a while since I've used that much of my magic.

[He hesitates for a second, but he pushes onward anyway.]

Listen, I'm not gonna push and maybe make it worse because you have to pretend you're fine. If you don't want me to look at it, I won't. But you really need to get that looked at by someone, whether it's me or one of the licensed medical professionals in this city. Because whatever caused that could be carrying who knows what from the explosion, or just the general environment, and you do not wanna be playing with sepsis, trust me.

Rinoa would be so pissed if you just went and died on an alien planet, you know.

[Yeah, maybe it's playing dirty, but he really is worried.]