Bruised? Yes. Especially along the sides of his ribs, the hips, places where small gaps in the armor needed for movement allowed for harder hits. But not so much bloodied. The benefit of plate armor. But carrying that weight had its own costs, leaving him sore and worn in muscles he hadn't known existed before he started wearing heavy armor. He was looking forward to the warm water.

So it's an unceremonious affair as he places the medical kit next to the edge of the pool, then slips off the trousers and smalls and lowers himself into the water. Scars congregated in the same areas as the bruises, particularly along his knees and where thigh met groin. The tiny gaps where darkspawn seemed to just love to dive in and try to bite and claw at, trying to pull their quarry down into the muck with them. The greater damage was usually hidden underneath, bones broken and healed and rebroken over the course of duty, but luckily there'd been nothing so much as fractured today.

He goes full in, head dunked under the water, before resurfacing with a small sigh. Lucanis' mocking ignored for the moment.