[ Minato shuffles through the door, but instead of taking a seat anywhere, he gingerly lowers himself into a crouch at the foot of the bead so he can lean his elbows on the mattress and hold his hand out for Sumo to sniff and say hi. He probably smells like fish and water, even after a quick bath and change of clothes.

"I'm fine," he wants to repeat again, but if he's just going to brush it off, what was even the point of coming here? ]

Mm... Everything? But it's not that bad- [ BACKPEDALS IMMEDIATELY ] I'm not bleeding out or anything. Just cuts and scratches and stuff. Things my body can heal on its own, even without magic.