He has to admit, having his pillows fluffed isn't so bad, although he suspects that's more due to the fact that it's Eirlys doing it, and not anyone else. So even though he pretends to huff a little, he doesn't truly start protesting again - at least not until she points out things that he knows are perfectly valid points. They're just points he doesn't like, and his mouth tugs rather distinctly off to one side.

"Now, look, I've had worse and fought with no problems. It takes more than a wee bump on the head to keep a McCrimmon down."

The cracked ribs might be another story, but he conveniently doesn't mention those. Instead he holds up the hand with the mark in it - although he doesn't do anything more than that, just lets it glint a bit before letting his hand drop back to rest on top of the covers.

"And there's things I can do with this without picking up a sword, mind. Even if they're a wee bit hit and miss sometimes. I'm not useless, you know."