[ Matt exhales, relieved but a little bit sheepish. There's a quiver of leftover nerves in the sound. ]

Oh no, no, it's okay--

You do great. [ Matt means it, but it probably can't help but sound hollow at this point. ] It's a me problem.

[ He feels like he should say something else to be more convincing, though he can't think what. There's a tangle of years behind all possible answers. Luckily, another strange, presumably healing-adjacent sensation tickle-itch-aches down his leg, jarring him off the tangent. Matt swallows a groan. ]

--And ah, this is also great, for real. But do you think I'm good to get back? I wouldn't say no to more healing in a safer location, but ...