"He's still doing poorly." Hershel sighed, rubbing the side of his neck. "I really don't know. In a way I'm glad he's asleep so he can heal without all of this nonsense, I'm sure he'd just hurt himself causing a fuss. Can you imagine? Ranting on and on, 'Zero's nothing better than an asthmatic tarp,' etc."

He was pretty amused but there's a definite underlined worry hanging there. "He just needs more time, I'm sure."