I'm-- [ Mary pauses, glancing down at her legs-- and quickly jerks her head back up. ] I'm not, really! Badly, I mean! They just sting! But still, nothing's broken, like I said before, so you shouldn't have to worry about me! I'm not that impo--

[ She stops herself there, with some conscious effort. Whatever he'd been about to say before he'd also stopped himself might still have been sticking with her. And she'd known that Zara had looked after her as a roommate he'd felt the need to watch over, and hadn't truly stopped to mull over what his sentence had truly meant anyway. Still, stupidly, she feels the need to reassure him, draw less attention to herself when he frets over her enough as it is.

Hasn't she worried him enough? ]

It's not that important, [ she amends, a little more quietly. ]