[ Leonard laughs again, the sound a little clearer as his throat naturally heals itself. He lets her fuss over him, doesn't complain more than he needs to as she keeps wiping the blood off his face. If their places were reversed, he'd be cussing himself blue with how worried he'd have been. He must look a mess, but he's fine with that.

What he's not fine with is her verdict on his care. No surprise. ]

What?! But I...! [ He gapes. But his precious job is all he has! ] Karma, come on. The castle's a mess with cursed folks! I can't just sit on the bench because I got a little sick. Plus now that I got it, I won't get it again. Hell, I'd be the safest to get back to work right now.

[ He says, looking terrible, feeling awful, and still covered in silver blood. Yeah, he's real convincing. This may be one of the few things that Leonard is a bit childish about. Work. ]