It wouldn't have been a lie, really. A simple 'I'm fine. It's just a flesh wound and it wont take long to heal.' Which is easy, a bit vague, and doesn't mean much. It's also what he can see already, he's sure.

She gave a small nod. Sitting her bowl down and placing the sticks carefully on the tray beside it. She shifted to turn more to face him, and pulled her robe over that shoulder more. There was a bandage there, put on properly, but also the orange skin of her shoulder had more darker orange veins that ran partly up her neck and shoulder. There was a redness around it, like sunburned a bit.

"It really isn't that mad. Blaster bolts can be set to different strengths. This one was set to kill. A blaster can do a projectile's worth of damage, but because it's energy, it will spider off in bigger areas of ones body. So a shot to the chest of most races can effect the heart or other organs with ease, where a projectile might only cut through flesh and be done."

She looked up at him and gave him a smile though. "It really did only graze my shoulder. So it's like a cut but with electrical shots through my nerves? So... it's tender. Sore. Moving it isn't very fun right now, because all these muscles are very angry at me for catching the bolt at all." She said that last back with a bit of a chuckle, smiling. She rested her shoulder again, hand in her lap.

"Honestly, I'm more sore with myself for being distracted than I am about the shot."