"'M'okay," he murmured to Bones before giving sitting up another try. It took him a bit - slow and steady, using the back of the couch for support - but he made it upright and immediately reached for the bacon, snagging a couple of pieces. He was feeling better already.

He paused at the compliments. "Dunno," he replied, reaching for the one mug of black coffee on the table. "I was starting to think I didn't have magic at all." It was a very casual admission of a very real fear - that he'd spend his whole time here useless, unable to fight or protect anybody. Evidently that wasn't the case anymore.

The start of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Tornadoes, huh."