"I'd hate to see what not fine looks like, then."

The jibe's a halfhearted mutter, secondary to Alistair grabbing the healer's bag and kneeling in front of Cullen. Fortunately, the kit he mentioned earlier is just an injury kit; he pulls it out, along with a jar of elfroot salve. "Does anything feel broken?"

He'd be surprised if a rib or two wasn't cracked, under all that mess.