[Dion looks down at his own bandaged chest, then gives a shrug that pains him only slightly, thanks to the numbing effects of Tarja's draught.]

These? They look worse than they are. I've been a soldier since I reached my majority, Joshua. I've had worse than this and lived.

[Is it healthy for him to downplay his injuries? Probably not. But Dion has so long prioritized 'Sanbreque' over 'Dion', he's trained himself not to worry too much over his own well-being.]

But we will both rest, so Tarja, your brother, and you can all be at ease over my condition.