[He blinked at Minato's words, noting that his breathing was off and that the side of his head felt...sticky. He gratefully accepted the bandages that were handed to him and quickly wrapped his head, as well, he leveled out his breaths as not to agitate his symptoms. He was still a touch dizzy, but his pain had become more of a slow, uncomfortably stinging ache rather than anything serious. He'd be able to get out of here on his own feet, though if Ichigo hadn't insulated against the attack, he'd probably have been in much worse shape.]

Ah...thank you Minato, looks like I wasn't quite as...careful as I thought. Still...all things considered...I'm not unhappy with how this turned out. I'll have to bother Methuselah for more soup though it seems.

[His laugh was a bit sparse, but it was warm all the same. He'd probably need a few dedicated days for rest, but it was all in the line of duty.]