If he said he was okay, why didn't she just believe it? How many times had he said now? It was almost as if she didn't want him to be okay, and wanted to end their time at the spring together to go to the Healer. "Soon, I won't be, if you keep reiterating that I'm not," he said with a puff of his cheeks. He'd had plenty of bumps, breaks and bruises before. He'd live.

Why was she shaking her head? Did she not agree? More people should smile - it'd make the world a far happier place. And as for why he said it? "Because they're true. I mean, at least for me," he swallowed slowly. Was he saying something bad? His stomach fluttered and his hand rubbed it subconciously, still not knowing how to make any sense of it. "I like to see you happy. We're good friends, right? And it hurts to see you worried or sad." In a way he couldn't explain. In some ways, it was how he felt when Indy was upset - and that would kinda make sense given Beezus was his sister's bestie and how they were often together in the Common Room and such. Yet in other ways it wasn't. He didn't see her like a second younger sister - there was something else he couldn't put his finger on.

He bit his lip. She was worrying about his scratched back? For real? He didn't know what to say. Indy probably would have just laughed at him for trying to save the day. Beezus genuinely seemed to care. Even if it really was nothing. He'd gotten worse from falling out of a tree over the summer...

Gosh, she looked strict right now. He might have given in at telling what the problem was and where, but now he defiantly stayed sat down. "No," he said with a shake of his curls, "I'm not going to the Healer." Nu-uh. He was going to enjoy the rest of his day and not worry about it. "I'll put some paste on it later." How he'd reach, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to sit in the Healer's waiting room to get a tube of something he already owned.

"The only reason I'll move is to continue our stroll." And with that, he folded his arms across his chest.