He is quiet for a moment, you nearly died catching in his throat. She likely knows. He does not need to draw attention to the fact. "If you were injured badly enough to require a transfusion," he tries instead, "then you were injured badly enough to require bed rest. With any luck, you should be up and about soon." They are platitudes at best - the medics would know better than he - but he is trying nonetheless.

For a moment, he regrets not bringing a mug of his own, if only to have something to hold on to.

"I...owe you an apology," he manages after a few seconds of silence. "The explosion was my doing." It is not entirely true, but it is true enough, and he is not about to throw Emporio under the bus.