Grif startled at being touched, moving back a step before figuring out that nothing bad was happening to him.

"What? No! No, I'm good."

He forced his face into an extremely unconvincing grin.

"I just... am fine. And good."

It wasn't like an alien demigod thing had almost killed him.

Pull it together, Grif, it's not you bleeding.

"What was that about his organs?"

He was hoping he hadn't heard that right.

It was really a shame Rich was such an idiot. He was a nice guy. Then again, Grif had long since decided that idiocy was an essential part of niceness.