[weak? weak like the tentative, nervous fist simon makes as he desperately grips onto hershel's shirt with tears in his eyes?? weak like the almost inaudible quiver in his voice as he finally says "i love you" to hershel, right as the world is crumbling around them and they don't have the time to act on their feelings?? weak like his shallow breathing as the two of them huddle for warmth in the snow created by the Evil Witch, life leaving their bodies as they silently realize that neither a god nor a Good Witch could exist because no righteous, powerful spirit would abandon them here in their hour of need????

or weak like Simon's anxious little nod as he turns away from Hershel and bites his bottom lip?? Honestly, he didn't expect Hershel to actually ask about his injury, which was kind of silly of him, because Hershel is a very caring guy - of course he would. Simon just thought that, you know, with all the stab wounds, Hershel would be more preoccupied with giving himself a once over.]

I-I just... I fell from a big drop and sprained my ankle, a little while ago-- it's okay, it's fine. [It's too embarrassing to say yeah i tripped off a stage because i'm an idiot.]

But-- but more importantly, I saw, um - your clothes, you had to stitch them up. Did you have an accident or something?