Victor works his mouth for a moment, unable to articulate that no, he's not all right, nothing here is 'all right', everything that has happened today has been deeply upsetting, but he is physically uninjured.

But the angry talking monkey has just killed two monsters with a sword, and his survival instincts do actually work, so he bites his tongue.

"I'm not injured," he says, shakily climbing to his feet. "Thank you."