[Distraught, Mae reached over to put the kettle on. She'd promised tea, and she was going to be a damn great hostess. She'd do her mother proud.]

Hmm? Yeah, I'll be fine. [She shrugged a little, and waved dissmissively.] It will take a while, and I am not the bravado-filled macho who will swear up and down to be perfectly fine despite the huge knife plunged in his back, but...

The point is that I'll recover. It's what I do, really. Get right back up on my feet, adapt - [Finally, she ventured a smile.] And eat pie, of course.