"You helped keep it from getting any more serious," Lorne points out. He's too tired to spend much time on the subject of responsibility, and it does sound as though Dain is self-aware enough to know where blame truly lies.

At that question, Lorne gives Dain another bemused look, and nods shortly after. He's not ashamed of his wounds or how he came by them, and he doesn't want pity. "Go ahead."

Reddened welts stand out angrily from his skin still, some of them fading to darker colors of bruising. Most of the strikes landed between or just below his shoulders, not enough to mar his entire back. The cuts he sustained are numerous but already starting to close, and nothing actively bleeds. He's a mess, but a healing one.