No, no no no, I- I don't need to go to the clinic. I'm fine, really.

[Said like someone who is definitely still disoriented and trying to convince himself as well as Reynir. Frankly, he's not sure the constructs in the medbay could do anything for him, and he'd rather not deal with them long enough to find out. He shakily gets to his feet, his limbs sluggish to respond.]

I'm fine, and the door is fine. A lock will fix, and- and I wanted your help. You need not- need not apologize.

[Annnnd he's back on his feet. Sort of. He's at least vaguely upright as he puts a hand on his bed and takes a seat, deciding he probably shouldn't walk like this. There's a second where he seems to suddenly remember his mask and his veil, and he checks to make sure they're all in place, covering his ruined features. Thankfully, they didn't get displaced when he passed out. He straightens them, and then his glasses.]

Thank you, Reynir. Truly. I don't- I don't know what would have happened if not for you. I could've been asleep forever.