Once the bag is still, he lets go, shrugging at the first part. Is there no shame? There really shouldn't be, for a healthy person. But showing your weakness to a possible enemy can be dangerous. He's not blind to the possible danger here, but he doesn't feel quite worried. Not because Henry doesn't seem dangerous. Just because he doesn't think Henry would bother to do anything to him.

He shakes his head, tugging the wrappings loose around his hands and slowly unrolling it off his hand.

"My hands don't feel great. I think I've already overdone it."

A glance back up at him, hesitant, but curious. "You knew I was upset... and still engaged me in conversation."

There's a question in there somewhere.